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Mrs Timetable Feb 2021
As I sit here
Tears cry
I wonder why
My eyes burn so much
It’s because of the thought
It’s because of the why
I put Capsaicin on my sore back
And then touched my eye
Tip: DON’T do that

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Styles Feb 2021
The very thought of her;
                     has me swollen,
                     with eager,
                     to please her,
                                 with vigor.
Styles Feb 2021
I want
her poetry
written in tongues
all over my entire body
Styles Feb 2021
Spreading her legs,
opened his mind,
to new horizons.
Styles Feb 2021
Making love is
an art.

Fortunately I am
an artist.
Styles Feb 2021
She turned
my fire
into flames
then
engulfed me
with her
passion
Chad Young Jan 2021
I am like a coiled nerve made of hair.
I am yellow-green hue glowing here.
I am the determination of Superman's eye.
I am a planet in the sky.
I am the top-back of head pulled stiff.
I am gray shapes and shades of shadows and stuff.
I am a shape seen as a child.
I am a texture soft and mild.
I am a heart that wants another.
I am her crimson, her purple, her blue.
I want it all to make love with you.
I am the pupil of her eye.
How much I want to feel her skin.
I want to kiss her chin.
I want this all sanctified from place and time.
I want her to mesmerize my spine.
I want to hold her in my mind
Like beholding a diamond as mine.
I want to see her eyes glow.
I want to see her all bundled up in the snow.
I want to ram my ***** down her pantry.
I want to hold her hips as it gets juicy.
I want to hear her moan as I *******.
I want to make her ***** and frustrate.
How many times her beauty made me shed a tear.
How many times I want to hold her dear.
She makes my will jello.
She makes time slow.
Is it really time wasted to entertain her beauty?
To think of her naked *** so creamy?
I am this woman that won't leave my vision.
I feel her esteem's syncopation.
Yes, with this I get high on lust.
I am this shade that is in and around my head.
My brow is as an umbrella or the folliage of a tree,
While my jaw is the ground where I sit and see.
My crown is the sun beeming down on all this.
I never get to fully see what heated spirit can be.
Laying in contemplation
Nikkie Jan 2021
When it’s real you can feel it, like hard raindrops spanking your skin.
You lay back in your comfortable resting spot, and cover yourself with their spirit alive.
You take a deep breath, because it feels so good;
inhaling mutual passion that’s well understood.
They shine bright like northern lights, intensity growing stronger than the highest fahrenheit.
They have your heart buried in their soul; you dig deep within and lose gentle control.
Pure essence exudes from their eyes, you feel their fear of uncertainty,
you sense the pain of their broken past and pray to God this is built to last.
Eyes that see a special connection, two hearts growing stronger in some special direction.
The embrace you shared can still be felt, the look, the stare, the deep embrace,
the heat that impedes your personal space.
No need for kisses (not just yet); but then again,
you both have needs that are destined to be met.
When it’s real you see inside their soul, wanting to hold them close and not let go.
Who are you kidding, the connection is there; when it’s real you can feel it everywhere!
Hands that touch, eyes that see, a heart pumping love blood abundantly.
A sense of completion because this is real,
we both feel the desire of this *** appeal.
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