#NoPoo for Gabriel Book two -Invictus-
(NoPoo 190) Combustible
Drawn
Completely drawn
Lost
Completely lost
I leave behind
What I am
I leave behind
Who I could be
No longer bound
You leads me
To temptation
To sweet oblivion
I am the moth
You are the flame
I burn
Inside your fire
Drawn
Completely drawn
Lost
Completely lost
I leave behind
What I am
I leave behind
Who I could be
No longer bound
You leads me
To temptation
To sweet oblivion
I am the moth
You are the flame
I burn
Inside your fire
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21.05.2021
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NP#84
21.05.2021
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NP#84
when wickedness penetrates perfect.
Imagination bordering
a dreamy cusp of reality
I linger here,
within this space
gliding from wonderment
along twisted and winding paths
of unyet tapped inspiration
These, my sharp tallens—
soaked and bloody
covered in dripping bare truth
conspire with tired withered bones
untouched by whatever it was
that once was called enlightenment
but now, punctuated
in ache
in longing
in yearning
for that which was once forgotten
a flicker, comes
along with whimsies
of compassion
empathy or desire
or p'raps just the possibility of
knowledge that is surrounding
and that penetrates doubt
as breath
after
breath
catches in such
a wicked chest
as mine.
#Nopoo (#190)
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Anonymous
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197
22.5.2021
11.04am
#NoPoo
Just Saying
alone in my loneliness
I breathe in these scene
washed sidewalks
by heavy un-relentless rain
and I cocooned in my aloneness
an amoeba floating
in a galaxy of sounds
in silence
Just Saying...
your presence was my orchestra
22.5.2021
11.04am
#NoPoo
Just Saying
alone in my loneliness
I breathe in these scene
washed sidewalks
by heavy un-relentless rain
and I cocooned in my aloneness
an amoeba floating
in a galaxy of sounds
in silence
Just Saying...
your presence was my orchestra
thoughts of restoration and a rekindled passion
To be of novel skin,
raw and newly bare
O' delicate
this fledgling flesh
wanton in want to beckon
for handed touch
A newborn breath
as an exodus
of a haunted past
slowly reconciles itself
into a deliberate driving need
of a body's freedom
liberating a psyche's turmoil
while sparking an internal fire
plumes abound and raging
igniting a heart's camouflaged desire
#Nopoo (#191)
To be of novel skin,
raw and newly bare
O' delicate
this fledgling flesh
wanton in want to beckon
for handed touch
A newborn breath
as an exodus
of a haunted past
slowly reconciles itself
into a deliberate driving need
of a body's freedom
liberating a psyche's turmoil
while sparking an internal fire
plumes abound and raging
igniting a heart's camouflaged desire
#Nopoo (#191)
Anonymous
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(NoPoo 192) Their Universe of Want
I fell into a dream
But more Hope than fantasy
We were laying
Skin to skin
Could feel your heartbeat
Vibrating through me
Our moment is not just passion
For it is cold
Without love
In this imagery
We had a soulful connection
That created fire
A universe of ŵant
Lovingly nurtured
The sparks
Electricity
Spreading over our skin
Raising need
Raising the fever
So beautiful
This feeling
The hope of making love to you
Not sex not fuck
Not rough
Slow sensual touch
Kissing
Knowing your special spots
That surge the pleasures
I wish to give you
Hear your language of love
In every breath
Every touch
Shudder
Shattering climax
I fell into a dream
But more Hope than fantasy
We were laying
Skin to skin
Could feel your heartbeat
Vibrating through me
Our moment is not just passion
For it is cold
Without love
In this imagery
We had a soulful connection
That created fire
A universe of ŵant
Lovingly nurtured
The sparks
Electricity
Spreading over our skin
Raising need
Raising the fever
So beautiful
This feeling
The hope of making love to you
Not sex not fuck
Not rough
Slow sensual touch
Kissing
Knowing your special spots
That surge the pleasures
I wish to give you
Hear your language of love
In every breath
Every touch
Shudder
Shattering climax
