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Anastasia Mar 2020
the curve of your neck
the tilt of your head
the shape of your lips
shiny eyes as tears are shed
shattered glass
in the corners of your eyes
glittering slivers
never-ending highs
the way you move
the form of your thighs
the flick of your wrists
whisper pretty lies
tongue tasting
liking what it finds
can't escape the friction
twisting in your binds
pleasure taking you
out of your mind
wanting it forever
but running out of time
all on your own
watching you sway
moving to the rhythm
you know i'll stay
lost in you
drinking you in
hope you remember
my lips on your skin
look at me
with suffocating green eyes
fingers interlaced
underneath ashen skies
Nicholas Feb 2020
I gave in to a weak
desire to start the day.
Then I listened
to my inner words,
the ones
that never leave my lips
and the ones
that change
my whole appeal
whether for the worse
or the better

I’ve had
a sick mind.

Rotted to the core
with self hate
and I know others
silently relate,
I’m not a unique case
even if it feels that way.

We need to learn
to get out of our way
how to be grown
and still know how to play.
I started on a bad foot
but I corrected my stride
with a smile.
Apple juice Feb 2020
It’s true
I crave you
In the most sensual ways I try to get to you
Crave the way you say my name as soon as those sounds leave that mouth I drown in what used to be kerosene ignited by what you do to me
I want you
Don’t you want me
Why are we contemplating
Becasue your hesitant truth defeats you
I need proof to believe you
But I don’t know how to
Nevertheless skeptic truths I still crave you
I crave your truth
Not your ruse
Bound by the breaths of our (unholy) sins no longer little kids you’re my wish
Finger tips caress my hips
Selfishness arises fall in love with me
Why do you want that from me
Just take me make me
Love isn’t a must
It’s lust just for us
You and me craving each other’s infamy
Love isn’t a must
We don’t all grow up seeing *** being related to love. *** to some of us were never about love and so we grow up..with lust not trust but personal gain and pleasure consented by two who only seek a temporary route around love
Kenny Anthony Feb 2020
the deeper i cut
the less i bleed
unsure if i am in shock
or incapable of the need
or perhaps the desire
of what will not come.
death by a blade
when the plasmas reach an end
an end to the facade.
by of no means do i recommend
a life of taunt.
it sickens me
for it isnt what i want
it sickens me
because of what i do want
a jaunt
a journey of pleasure
or of that
freedom of leisure
something to treasure
Styles Feb 2020
I felt her heat
from across the room
her eyes were a temperature
that intrigued my curiosity
until they consumed me
Bhill Jan 2020
Skeptical views disorient the pleasure of not understanding
Not understanding the viewpoint right in front of you
Truth or misconceptions will unfold if you endorse the information
Just saying...

Brian Hill - 2020 # 30
maddie Jan 2020
hot wax
frozen water
whether it's hot or cold
make sure it's pleasure
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