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mariellewrites
Published
Today 4:35pm
Today 4:35pm
sweeping
she is an earthling
in golden flower
trapped by the sun
and the little bees they come
shrouded in natural
colors
amongst a breeze
from the other
leaves
meant for keeping
in moments that had me
sweeping
in golden flower
trapped by the sun
and the little bees they come
shrouded in natural
colors
amongst a breeze
from the other
leaves
meant for keeping
in moments that had me
sweeping
#myself
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samael
Published
Today 4:34pm
Today 4:34pm
Ratatouille
This canyon bend is the length of an outstretched palms life line.
weathering ourselves among our work,
keeping busy bee for a tidy life as we're told to do.
repair cafe retreat,
we fixed into the early morning
until we lost track of the time,
turning in our hands.
beach side motel slide door window,
i'd watch that sunrise a million times
cast over the sand.
as the mini fridge compressor kicks on,
the hum reminds us of sentences spiced with existence.
weathering ourselves among our work,
keeping busy bee for a tidy life as we're told to do.
repair cafe retreat,
we fixed into the early morning
until we lost track of the time,
turning in our hands.
beach side motel slide door window,
i'd watch that sunrise a million times
cast over the sand.
as the mini fridge compressor kicks on,
the hum reminds us of sentences spiced with existence.
#happiness
#inspirational
#peace #LifeChangingMoment
#peace #LifeChangingMoment
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DanielChristensen
Published
Today 4:34pm
Today 4:34pm
Untitled between you and I
#lust
#sex
#erotic
12 reads
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Tenderloin
Published
Today 4:12pm
Today 4:12pm
No Quick Fix ( I Am Not A Hero)
We missed again,,
our window
to re-connect
has passed.
Another event,
and you are racing out the door.
So busy these days,
that an invisible wedge
has positioned itself
between us.
I snuck into the room,
as instructed,
my hand across your back,
while you slept.
A wave of anxiety overcomes me
at the thought of penetrating you.
It never was an issue,
until the alcohol was gone.
And I can't bear to leave you unsatisfied,
contributing to another resentment of me.
In some ways, it is a relief ...
our window
to re-connect
has passed.
Another event,
and you are racing out the door.
So busy these days,
that an invisible wedge
has positioned itself
between us.
I snuck into the room,
as instructed,
my hand across your back,
while you slept.
A wave of anxiety overcomes me
at the thought of penetrating you.
It never was an issue,
until the alcohol was gone.
And I can't bear to leave you unsatisfied,
contributing to another resentment of me.
In some ways, it is a relief ...
#relationships
#addiction
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Tenderloin
Published
Today 3:26pm
Today 3:26pm
The Anguish In The Wait
A splash of anguish crosses her face,
but it is not a product of pain.
He has seen that look,
easily mistaken as an offence,
an infraction of his controlled thrust.
It took some time to learn.
He no longer asks,
studying the expression;
the curl of a lascivious smile
that forms at the corner of the mouth
expressed in the swell of her eyes.
The face of a gruelling workout
at the gym,
or midway through a spirited marathon,
pushing the body...
Pushing agajnst him
begging to cocoon
his endowment ...
but it is not a product of pain.
He has seen that look,
easily mistaken as an offence,
an infraction of his controlled thrust.
It took some time to learn.
He no longer asks,
studying the expression;
the curl of a lascivious smile
that forms at the corner of the mouth
expressed in the swell of her eyes.
The face of a gruelling workout
at the gym,
or midway through a spirited marathon,
pushing the body...
Pushing agajnst him
begging to cocoon
his endowment ...
#erotic
#learning
17 reads
2 Comments
poetrician
Published
Today 3:21pm
Today 3:21pm
in the shadow of your beam
as the sand bed has the glory of your body upon it
and the sun warms your perfect skin
and your muscles stretched like yogis
know that your distant plums ache with sin
as the warm rush of an ocean’s wind
caresses the curve of your hips
and whispers down your thighs
i suffer only dreams in your dark cell
does it make you moist
to know that simply because you say so
i am silenced from the day
not moon or Selene know of me
but you do
does it bring smile or smirk
to know that your pleasures
are the only ones...
and the sun warms your perfect skin
and your muscles stretched like yogis
know that your distant plums ache with sin
as the warm rush of an ocean’s wind
caresses the curve of your hips
and whispers down your thighs
i suffer only dreams in your dark cell
does it make you moist
to know that simply because you say so
i am silenced from the day
not moon or Selene know of me
but you do
does it bring smile or smirk
to know that your pleasures
are the only ones...
#lust
#erotic
17 reads
1 Comment
takis1917
Published
Today 3:20pm
Today 3:20pm
A Telescope Carrying Amateur
A telescope carrying amateur visionary
was not very careful
- or, careful enough -
The more he didn't understand
the wiser he became
A veil of silence, he became,
a veil of silence dealing
hearing aids and amplifiers
to few church going athletes on crutches
and training wheels
An inner voice, he became,
an inner voice with surround sound
for professional poker players minoring in comparative literature
who never reached quite high enough
for a tragic fall
An aimless cloud, he became,
an aimless cloud pausing to...
was not very careful
- or, careful enough -
The more he didn't understand
the wiser he became
A veil of silence, he became,
a veil of silence dealing
hearing aids and amplifiers
to few church going athletes on crutches
and training wheels
An inner voice, he became,
an inner voice with surround sound
for professional poker players minoring in comparative literature
who never reached quite high enough
for a tragic fall
An aimless cloud, he became,
an aimless cloud pausing to...
#identity
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samael
Published
Today 3:13pm
Today 3:13pm
Coster shops at Knoxville
Could i bother you for a father?
run run the rails
up into Virginia,to parked Bristol motel rooms.
run run the rails into bourbon soaked Kentucky,
back in the wooded hollers.
ringing in the gravel,
the lead seeped train yards.
is it Norfolk?
two white bay mare steeds besting each other,
burning black as coal into the night.
thoroughbred,
content on cutting through the winds old ways.
drifting through the days at dusk,
as detaching as train cars,
but cabooses cease to...
run run the rails
up into Virginia,to parked Bristol motel rooms.
run run the rails into bourbon soaked Kentucky,
back in the wooded hollers.
ringing in the gravel,
the lead seeped train yards.
is it Norfolk?
two white bay mare steeds besting each other,
burning black as coal into the night.
thoroughbred,
content on cutting through the winds old ways.
drifting through the days at dusk,
as detaching as train cars,
but cabooses cease to...
#family
#death
#fate #aging
#fate #aging
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shadow_starzzz
Published
Today 3:07pm
Today 3:07pm
Love, is just a four letter word, like f**k... for opportunistic f**ktards who lie & cheat !
He sat next to me on the couch whilst sipping his glass of red as I tried to deescalate a situation via text a thousand miles away, whilst the Beatles strummed melodically in the background.
He then proceeded to pull out his phone and finger it as I spied his screen from the corner of my eye.
It was the other woman.
Well. It could’ve been his wife for all I know as I don’t know much, other than I struggled to trust this man when I saw these 3 lips upon the message thread......
He then proceeded to pull out his phone and finger it as I spied his screen from the corner of my eye.
It was the other woman.
Well. It could’ve been his wife for all I know as I don’t know much, other than I struggled to trust this man when I saw these 3 lips upon the message thread......
#sex
#lover
14 reads
2 Comments
Viddax
Lord Viddax
Lord Viddax
Published
Today 2:41pm
Today 2:41pm
Carnal Satiation
I adore you and must see you
as time and my lust
cannot wait
or be contained,
let me ply my truth
in those hills I long to climb,
those mountains I yearn to mount
for I am a moth to your flame
burning brighter than any mothball
inflamed and ablaze,
desiring and aspiring
to add frosting
to your beautiful bran muffins
aching to start baking
as more than the yeast has already risen.
With skin silkier softer than
sweet sultry peanut butter
I am the jam too add with a bam
to make the exclaim goddamn,
as...
as time and my lust
cannot wait
or be contained,
let me ply my truth
in those hills I long to climb,
those mountains I yearn to mount
for I am a moth to your flame
burning brighter than any mothball
inflamed and ablaze,
desiring and aspiring
to add frosting
to your beautiful bran muffins
aching to start baking
as more than the yeast has already risen.
With skin silkier softer than
sweet sultry peanut butter
I am the jam too add with a bam
to make the exclaim goddamn,
as...
#lust
#food
#NaPoWriMo2018
16 reads
1 Comment
Hepcat61
geoff cat
geoff cat
Published
Today 2:31pm
Today 2:31pm
Sunday Afternoon
the bop)
formule poésie érotique 22/30
Peel back the rayon’s gracious hungry cling
In Sunset’s ocean night, that gooses ‘round
A catch of Whiskey - L.A. woman sings
In myths of highways’ pulse, Echo’s sound.
How sweeten spikes the poet’s ramble brings,
And seven mile snakes, their prophets found.
“L.A. woman, Sunday afternoon…"
The tales of Lizard Kings, and Momma’s Pops
That burn in acid rain these Angel Dreams:
Venice to Cucamonga whistle stops,
Topanga down to Malibu, tires scream.
In backdrops just as real as movie...
formule poésie érotique 22/30
Peel back the rayon’s gracious hungry cling
In Sunset’s ocean night, that gooses ‘round
A catch of Whiskey - L.A. woman sings
In myths of highways’ pulse, Echo’s sound.
How sweeten spikes the poet’s ramble brings,
And seven mile snakes, their prophets found.
“L.A. woman, Sunday afternoon…"
The tales of Lizard Kings, and Momma’s Pops
That burn in acid rain these Angel Dreams:
Venice to Cucamonga whistle stops,
Topanga down to Malibu, tires scream.
In backdrops just as real as movie...
#dark
#erotic
#NaPoWriMo2018 #lover
#NaPoWriMo2018 #lover
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