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The Petite Erotic Poet
Simple
Sharp edges gleaming,
Dancing in twilight shadows,
Passion cuts deep wounds.
Blades whisper secrets,
Glinting in forbidden light,
Desire's cold embrace.
Dancing in twilight shadows,
Passion cuts deep wounds.
Blades whisper secrets,
Glinting in forbidden light,
Desire's cold embrace.
Written by PAR
(PAULO ACACIO RAMOS)
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Chocolate
A rich and silky exterior
matted and magnetic
housing a nougaty core.
Fine sketches fail to capture
the sheer abandon of will
such a divine creation
bestows upon glaring irises.
Shortening breaths and stealing beats
support systems can't dare compete
a cascade of blood and emotion
set ablaze in eternal devotion.
The taste of treasure
perpetually flowing in fury
disintegrating resistance.
Glimmering in every light
a reflection of absolute desire
sink into the warmest embrace
barely holding on by a thread.
Caught in a rapturous maelstrom
relinquishing existence and then some
beyond creation and destiny's snare
shameless inhibitions now lay bare.
matted and magnetic
housing a nougaty core.
Fine sketches fail to capture
the sheer abandon of will
such a divine creation
bestows upon glaring irises.
Shortening breaths and stealing beats
support systems can't dare compete
a cascade of blood and emotion
set ablaze in eternal devotion.
The taste of treasure
perpetually flowing in fury
disintegrating resistance.
Glimmering in every light
a reflection of absolute desire
sink into the warmest embrace
barely holding on by a thread.
Caught in a rapturous maelstrom
relinquishing existence and then some
beyond creation and destiny's snare
shameless inhibitions now lay bare.
Written by 13
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Eyes wide Shut: an Interlude
a gentle tease hovering as in twilight’s hush
a summer breeze gentle as lingering glance
fingertip’s trace on velvet skin grace
soft shadows play where lips embrace
warm skin explored as in silken waves
sailed on by sweetness so tasted
with delight urging to close spaces
mixed in essence needs answered
as in worlds where dreams begin
as in nights where ecstasy reigns
chase to the heights the peak attains
to be repeated more and again
a summer breeze gentle as lingering glance
fingertip’s trace on velvet skin grace
soft shadows play where lips embrace
warm skin explored as in silken waves
sailed on by sweetness so tasted
with delight urging to close spaces
mixed in essence needs answered
as in worlds where dreams begin
as in nights where ecstasy reigns
chase to the heights the peak attains
to be repeated more and again
Written by Grace
(IDryad)
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Sensuous Me - The Poet
I am reminded of my faults and failures
Every minute of every day
My frustration is knowing I have powers
but forget to use them the right way
They've been kept inside a protective shell
that's been cracking for many decades
What's inside, I will not tell
Till the voice inside me says Okay
You see, I am a poet with a passionate soul
Maybe that's why my life is so hard
If I could just remember it's not forever,
and remember what it means to be a bard
Maybe I could find some peace of mind
and my place in this existence
Maybe I could leave those failures behind
I might even find some confidence
So many possibilities, so much potential
So many images run through my mind
Images of grandeur, some quite sexual
Maybe it's my people I need to find
I am a poet of passion and rhyme
They always get the best of me
The moments I write are my best time
and my best is yet to be
Tim Eros
2502211836
Every minute of every day
My frustration is knowing I have powers
but forget to use them the right way
They've been kept inside a protective shell
that's been cracking for many decades
What's inside, I will not tell
Till the voice inside me says Okay
You see, I am a poet with a passionate soul
Maybe that's why my life is so hard
If I could just remember it's not forever,
and remember what it means to be a bard
Maybe I could find some peace of mind
and my place in this existence
Maybe I could leave those failures behind
I might even find some confidence
So many possibilities, so much potential
So many images run through my mind
Images of grandeur, some quite sexual
Maybe it's my people I need to find
I am a poet of passion and rhyme
They always get the best of me
The moments I write are my best time
and my best is yet to be
Tim Eros
2502211836
Written by eroseternal
(Tim Eros)
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