Em E: Favorites

Jul 2017 Em E

Lora Lee

applying his
              lingual buds
   to the smooth
lush of her
thighs she rippled
         as a lava lake,
          no stone skipped
                          just
melting milk, lapped up
in hungry pulses
cream of silk
   pounding thunder
        in consonants of
             taut skin drum
                nuances in vowels
         uttered in
animal dissonance
his bristled breath
all over her
              fingers
salivary intentions
over rim of lip
feeding the emptiness,
a holy vessel
more ancient than
        before time
              now ready
              to be filled by the
           essence of feminine
pineapple juice drizzling
firebud glistening
in fuchsia exposure
open gateway
      to divine outpour
a sacrificial altar
of unmasked psyche
completely stripped of
                     any pellicle
his palms firmly
planted in hot muscle
thumbs parting
            glory's hole
deer at the saltlick
lost in the velvet
just pour it in
thick molasses
not stifling,
only honeyed bark
multi-hued like
      eucalyptus deglupta
in buttery tips
dripping love,
all over her lips
and just like that, in
slick-painted dabs
of their own
acrylic-drip art
just like that
in the wild
            and thick
explodes the ache
of her
ripped
         apart
   heart

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zuuObGsB0No

#love #healing #***

Jul 2017 Em E

To Be The Honeysuckle

Jul 2017 Em E

Gidgette

To Be The Honeysuckle

I was driving home last eve
She said,"Ma! Look! Tee hee! They
love
each other!"
To the left of the single lane,
in the tall golden hay,
sat a couple
She sat with her back to him,
between his legs
He, held her in his arms
as the sun sliced the sky
I stopped,
right on the road
Honey suckle blowing in the late breeze
I watched them,
We watched them
for just a bit
They loved each other

And all I wanted
was to be the honeysuckle

Oh wow! The daily! Thank you! I love you all<3<3

Jul 2017 Em E

Dyad - 60 -

Jul 2017 Em E

Paul Jones

Dyad - 60 -

There are some who walk calmly through darkness
because they know how to kindle a light.

00:00 - 23/06/17
State of mind - calm; thoughtful.

Thoughts: from thinking - about creativity and how amazing it is that human's can bring such wonders into this world.

Also from conversations - on talking about extroversion and introversion with my friend. I put it so introversion is like kindling a light in darkness and extroversion spreads that light. They are both instrumental and equally valuable qualities in a person.

Questions: can it be said that creativity is the instinct to create a nature of our own?

...Or is it that our nature creates us specifically as a creative tool of its own?

#dyad #fate #it #seems #has #*** #sense #of #irony #morpheus

Jul 2017 Em E

The Abstract Self

Jul 2017 Em E

PERTINAX

The Abstract Self

Clarity consumes the self
In those quiet hours of self reflection

Who am I?
What is my purpose?

Like diamonds the answers refract
Silent shards of prismatic radiance
Swirling and painting a confluence
Of certainty and being

Peace
It seems
Rests in the dark confines of the mind
Whereas the binary relationship
Between night and day
Leans better focus absent the glare
Emitted by life
And light

This yin and yang imbalance
Puzzles me

For is not happiness a function
Bright against the soul?

Is sadness not a blindfold?

...................................

The self returns

Meditation gone

The noise of the world

Carries on

Jul 2017 Em E

Memories of a Passionate Kiss

Jul 2017 Em E

Ronald J Chapman

Memories of a Passionate Kiss

Hello, my dear dream,
Happy to see you in the bright morning sunlight,
Remembering, a passionate; kiss.

A sensual embrace a thousand years past,
The two of us bathing in a misty stream,
Under a ghostly moon.

Memories of a place where princesses and kings lived,

With wishful dreams, of golden sunsets,
Our Souls are holding each other in Heaven.
Until the gift of life comes again.

Living in the forest of nature,
Loving, making, new life,
Painting a new future;

With a brush of passionate words,
Painting songs and love poems,
Of a place and time, we can only dream.

Back then we just didn't know,
That we would ever meet again,
A thousand years hence.

My dear love,
Good to see you in the daytime.

Copyright © 2017 Ronald J Chapman All Rights Reserved.

Goblin -All Kiss Scenes (Sam Kim-Who Are You ) OST English Lyric
https://youtu.be/259h8MSmpTk

#love #dream #newlife #passionate #real

Jul 2017 Em E

BLACK LIGHT

Jul 2017 Em E

zebra

BLACK LIGHT

have you read the book of lies
such a comfort
to know how acceptable we are
like well placed silverware
as long as i keep moon shadow
in a cellar box shut tight
where little cocka demons
play unuttered
you can't hear them rustling about
but
i shake little bats and owls from my socks

am i lookin congenial today
just a teensy icky inside
bubbles in the belly
clinched toes in crowded shoes
eek
hope i'm not dead and don't know it

my graciousness plastered on
like white sheep over a goat
to get what i need of course
to make friends and influence
sorry
about my ti ti ticks
the way my fi fi fingers fi fi fidget

my towels are folded
and in place
vanilla cup cakes with sprinkles
all in a row
like little ballerinas prancing
as plutonic volcanoes heat
like spires pandemonium

my life a white glove inspection
all pressed and starched
like a mythic poem
written by a ******
stiff with holiness
as saints float over my head
yet the world
for all my good
a thunderous
black light

a poem about the struggle between who we are and our face to he world

Jul 2017 Em E

Black Lipstick

Jul 2017 Em E

r

Black Lipstick

She hides her smile
behind black lipstick.
Her voice is low
and in between.
She smells of loneliness
and cigarettes.
She sings for me
when she is high.

She gets me higher
than I can go.
She takes me low
and in between.
Her heart's on fire
when she sings.
Her voice is smokey,
full of pain.

She sings of loneliness
and broken dreams.
Her dance is low
and in between.
She gets me high
and lets me down.
She kisses me
with black lipstick.

r ~ 4/29/14

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