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Be My Origami
I find the color
of a murmur,
within our equality,
our tesselation
unvaried, in repose.
Be my origami
We will rest
in kudsumada
with mulberry, and
supple gampi bark.
You are my love,
my kami washi,
ravishing as
mitsumata under
the rising sun.
Your folds lie perfect
with mine, smooth
and wet, along
gentle curves
of the petal.
Our passion soars
like subtle strands
of unryu,
over mountains
that heave and
through fertile
valleys
Your skin like
exquisite fabric
embossed with
the symbol
of our love,
forever
You are my love
You are my origami
I find the color
of a murmur,
within our equality,
our tesselation
unvaried, in repose.
Be my origami
We will rest
in kudsumada
with mulberry, and
supple gampi bark.
You are my love,
my kami washi,
ravishing as
mitsumata under
the rising sun.
Your folds lie perfect
with mine, smooth
and wet, along
gentle curves
of the petal.
Our passion soars
like subtle strands
of unryu,
over mountains
that heave and
through fertile
valleys
Your skin like
exquisite fabric
embossed with
the symbol
of our love,
forever
You are my love
You are my origami
Valeriyabeyond said:Be My Origami
I find the color
of a murmur,
within our equality,
our tesselation
unvaried, in repose.
Be my origami
We will rest
in kudsumada
with mulberry, and
supple gampi bark.
You are my love,
my kami washi,
ravishing as
mitsumata under
the rising sun.
Your folds lie perfect
with mine, smooth
and wet, along
gentle curves
of the petal.
Our passion soars
like subtle strands
of unryu,
over mountains
that heave and
through fertile
valleys
Your skin like
exquisite fabric
embossed with
the symbol
of our love,
forever
You are my love
You are my origami
just beautiful, Val
🌹💜🌹
🙏
xoxo
I find the color
of a murmur,
within our equality,
our tesselation
unvaried, in repose.
Be my origami
We will rest
in kudsumada
with mulberry, and
supple gampi bark.
You are my love,
my kami washi,
ravishing as
mitsumata under
the rising sun.
Your folds lie perfect
with mine, smooth
and wet, along
gentle curves
of the petal.
Our passion soars
like subtle strands
of unryu,
over mountains
that heave and
through fertile
valleys
Your skin like
exquisite fabric
embossed with
the symbol
of our love,
forever
You are my love
You are my origami
just beautiful, Val
🌹💜🌹
🙏
xoxo
Jeff Buckley is burrowing into
my head and heart this morning...
My favorite from him
it's 100% poetry in motion
I will forever mourn him
"A heart that beats as
Both siphon and reservoir"
https://youtu.be/18aU2UNyjMA
Sketches For My Sweetheart The Drunk
(whole album)
https://www.youtube.com/playlist?list=PLnif9Rfb5Adk2esXx_y6XenI7Ac85zSWS
Modern Masochism
In the face of zero privacy becoming the new normal... I'm sort of informally living... reach out and touch me... I'm giving myself away... run your hands over the life of my skin... stained glass and theatre masks is what I bare within...
enveloped inside the canopy... of this moody concrete jungle... I find myself stumbling upon it's cold stairs... the fiery glares of a vintage eye piece that watches from a distance... unnatural existence... I'm hungry like the rabid wolves... the isolated nights... foreshadowing echos... the dead moon and all of it's little pieces... me myself and ELI... could really use some corresponding releases... planet venus could lend this lustful earth some love... something warm... just swarm this wet rock covered in humans... fantastically consuming... no one is even using one another... no one even wants too... someone has thrown the main breaker on a personal connection... vacant stares and blank expressions...we live our lives as takers in the intersections of criss crossing paths... and XXX tabs.... your only touching buttons... we're undressing ourselves... while everyone is watching from a distance... with a 6ft persistence... I want something that's god damn intimate... emotionally I'm open... my embodiment is freely floating... searching for a kindred contact... like minded flesh that I want to obsess over... but people aren't really even human anymore... this is a modern day masochism where the masters whip their slaves but no one is ever touched... and I like things a little bit rough... misuse me... abuse me... disillusion and confuse me... I live with wide open doors... seduce me in passion I want to be yours... enchanted attraction my degenerative cure... nothing is pure... society lives in these see through houses... with their touch screen spouses... can anyone see past their uncovered windows... the mad love widows of having let the passion fade away... people used to play together... people used to stay together... bonded endeavors... whips and leathers... seductive tickles and erotic feathers...
ELI
enveloped inside the canopy... of this moody concrete jungle... I find myself stumbling upon it's cold stairs... the fiery glares of a vintage eye piece that watches from a distance... unnatural existence... I'm hungry like the rabid wolves... the isolated nights... foreshadowing echos... the dead moon and all of it's little pieces... me myself and ELI... could really use some corresponding releases... planet venus could lend this lustful earth some love... something warm... just swarm this wet rock covered in humans... fantastically consuming... no one is even using one another... no one even wants too... someone has thrown the main breaker on a personal connection... vacant stares and blank expressions...we live our lives as takers in the intersections of criss crossing paths... and XXX tabs.... your only touching buttons... we're undressing ourselves... while everyone is watching from a distance... with a 6ft persistence... I want something that's god damn intimate... emotionally I'm open... my embodiment is freely floating... searching for a kindred contact... like minded flesh that I want to obsess over... but people aren't really even human anymore... this is a modern day masochism where the masters whip their slaves but no one is ever touched... and I like things a little bit rough... misuse me... abuse me... disillusion and confuse me... I live with wide open doors... seduce me in passion I want to be yours... enchanted attraction my degenerative cure... nothing is pure... society lives in these see through houses... with their touch screen spouses... can anyone see past their uncovered windows... the mad love widows of having let the passion fade away... people used to play together... people used to stay together... bonded endeavors... whips and leathers... seductive tickles and erotic feathers...
ELI
Written by ELIAS11
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Eli is new to DU and I'm enthralled....
Stunning write and lovely poet
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Passion
like
pumping a
bicycle tire
his teasing
torments
inflate her
© 2020 Raibeart Bruis
pumping a
bicycle tire
his teasing
torments
inflate her
© 2020 Raibeart Bruis
Written by Kinkpoet
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Passion
like
pumping a
bicycle tire
his teasing
torments
inflate her
© 2020 Raibeart Bruis
pumping a
bicycle tire
his teasing
torments
inflate her
© 2020 Raibeart Bruis
Written by Kinkpoet
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Passion
like
pumping a
bicycle tire
his teasing
torments
inflate her
© 2020 Raibeart Bruis
pumping a
bicycle tire
his teasing
torments
inflate her
© 2020 Raibeart Bruis
Written by Kinkpoet
Go To Page
Kinkpoet said:
Roses are red
Violets are blue
I tease myself mad
when I'm thinking of you
(hee hee)
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