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Ricardo Diaz Jun 29
Eu te quero, wouldn't cut it.
Então, eu preciso de você, tried to.
Mas tudo o que eu conseguia fazer era desejar sua existência.
Eu te quero com toda a minha sede
Eu te desejo loucamente
Não quero pegar leve esta noite.
Quero você de joelhos, olhos brilhantes, boca cheia.
Quero você engasgando com cada centímetro até seus lábios incharem e seus pensamentos desaparecerem.
Espere só.
Mantenha seus óculos.
E então eu vou te dobrar e fazer você esquecer como falar.
Chega de Google Tradutor
Quero te deixar meu coracao para tudo tempo de meu vida.

A hi buleni.
É a nossa língua, então vamos conversar.
Talvez você queira falar em Changana.
Eve Jun 8
breaking moans
slick as stones
force of my
savage form

dipping my fingers
in a lake of cotton and honey
a marvel, the way the moon
reflects my absolute need

it's funny, how i become
a beast when i cannot choke back
the tension

oh the tension, the retention of all
thoughts from this week
why must my ecstasy be a secret
that i have to keep?
Jeremy Betts Jun 1
A flicker of hope
Can light up a room
Or light the abused fuse
Of the next round of doom
Nothing's off limits here,
Seemingly not now,
Though known to many yesteryear
"I don't want to assume,
So what won't it consume?
The people
And nature,
The planet,
The moon?"
It's all going to shiit
It's confusing now
But can't talk about it...
...it's always too soon
So I sit in despair
For death I dare swoon
What I want
And what I want
Threaten to draw at high noon
Center stage of a one man show
Left to dance the art of war alone
Under the light of a pale moon
As both lover and goon
Hoping it'll all be done soon

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Simon Bridges Apr 24
Pulled happiness towards myself
                                       Held tight
                                       Grips loosen
                                       It sways away

Pushed sadness back
                             Beyond reach
                             Kept pushing
                             It recoiled

       Emotion is best left
           As an untouched pendulum
           Moving freely within my experience
Talented young poets are in short supply,
So what shame it is to see a talent die.
I see the sparkle fade,
Disenchanted by doubt.
Please keep writing,
We are in need.
Art doesn't need correction, it needs improvement, innovation.
Debbie Apr 7
****** was like speeding through a euphoric galaxy.  
Completely unburdened by mundane reality.  
My mind dreams deep, but far from sleep.  
Desire drenched lips bring my naked petals a dew of bliss.  
Abandoning myself to you is a sweet intense insanity.
As you stare at the center of my soul
Devouring my untold.  
In an aching cocoon in the garden of my heart.  
The caterpillar of never, becomes butterflies of the deepest pleasure
neth jones Apr 10
the phosphorus beat of hearth and lap and love
of ambrosia made mother sung
the phosphorus beat of snug lure
and depth inviting
Debbie Apr 3
Her skin was smooth like butter cream.  
Luscious entry to his dream.  
Begging, pleading to be tasted.  
To be pasted,
all over the walls of his thoughts.  
Her heart's city of inhibition crumbles and falls
Her black lined eyes, alive and iridescent with haunting desire.
With a slow ache and burn like torches of fire.  
His breath through the soft dark.
Was a gentle gale into her farthest parts.
His whispers ferociously and sweetly
swarm her heart.
Lips taste like destiny, remembering eternity.
I combined two poems to create this one.
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