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Phillip Knight Sep 2016
It isn't about ***
The act of making love is not the steam
For the stream is something more
It is the capture of eyes
The brush of knees
Intertwining fingers
And the comfortable silence
It is being so close and yet unable to touch
The heat building within bitten lips
Knowing glances
Bodies dancing without movement
To the same record spinning in two heads
In two separate places
The steam is the promise of thought
The what could be;
The letting go

My heart beats
In patchwork patterns
Stitched together by the spark in your eye
It is the body temperature rising
As you make me into a volcano
Pressure building
The lava in my veins
My emotions pushing to the surface
I am steam.
You make me want to let go.

We are careful with clockwork precision
Trapped in routine like well oiled machines
Steaming at the seams
Waiting to break free
The nuts and bolts loosening in the lubricated alcoholic air of freedom
Though now is not the time to fall apart
Yet to come together
One glorious engine in motion
Bellowing steam at the station
Waiting
To let go
SassyJ Feb 2016
Mercies at  juxtapositional refinement
Abandoned constitutional confinement
Handshakes on the bridged ligaments

The sweet melodious serene dreams fleets
One after the other like peculiar inventions
The mellow scenes of frames realignments

Wonderful crafted words verses paradigm
Harmonic jazz awesomeness, decode freeness
Orchestral spontaneity drills pragmatic energy

Yet, as the gingered steams rise from the hot brew
The scented breeze of life vaticinates with a smile afar
Whispers of "no obligation, no expectations" reverbs..... on and on....on and on
If it has not been mentioned DO NOT READ AND ANALYSE THE IN BETWEEN! It is what it is ..... "PERIOD"!
Pastell dichter Jan 2016
The steam from my tea rises up into the sky,
Like an angel, small and white
I wish I could rise with it
Up into the grey sky
Never looking back to the cold dark ground
Batool Nov 2015
Once again
i'm here
to blow off the steam
to mould my thoughts
into words famothable
to clear my mind
from all crap
that reality has managed
to put in
I dont know
what to write
or how to write
the only thing i know
is that
i have to write
to keep my sanity intact...
Swetank Modi Sep 2015
It started with a clever picking
Then the horn of cenarius sounding
Followed by an agile creep-blocking
The start of the beginning

Sk, Lina, Leoric lanes the bottom
A superior lane control no one could ever question
Burrow, Bolt, and array has been thrown
That poor enemy's troll got pawned

And now let's go into the middle lane
Whe're SF and Davion came
In this battle they would have to claim
The elusive exp and gold they can possible gain

The top lane's meepo was quite steady
For his enemies are getting heavy
Fissure and Nova are his enemy
The fearsome combo of deadly harmony

As the ferocious battle goes by
In ganks and clashes, skills fly
Some juke, some escape, and some die
The other team thrashtalks "nice try"

Oh dear meepo tries to solo Roshan
The other heroes try to *******
In the woods they find the one
That lone troll farming in wonderland

Sandking immediately winks
Followed by a nimble blink
Burrowstrike makes the troll sink
GG troll as many would think

The the team tries to push
TP-save the opponent used
But meepo breaks the unwanted truce
And tries to squeeze away the juice

They have to **** raigor
Who, in echo slam, has had a great score
But you seeit was only five versus four
Thus it leads the enemy in sore

Alas! the balance has been broken
It's a gg that's nearly spoken
The defenders has fallen
Rax, towers, and the tree are all broken

If only they've warded more
They would've prevented the gank on troll
The other team had a greater score
And they could have a chance to backdoor

Perhaps it was a close call
For a team you wouldn't easily small
Life indeed is like a ball
Just pawned because of the lone troll

Don't worry DotA 2, I'll sacrifice my sleep for playing everyday!
Swathi eruvaram Jul 2015
Hands and legs clenched tight
You and me sit uptight
The bedsheet becomes a safety tent
Enclosing turmerics powerful scent
Circled in a misty atmosphere
Giving you the first time fear
Sweating off the cold
Undergoing a remedy thats centuries old
Inhaling steam - a home remedy for common cold
SøułSurvivør May 2015
---

in the
caverns
of my heart
darker
are the
persuasions
of mystery

toiling upwards
moist candle
in my
feeble hand

barely perceived
stalagtites
and
stalagmites
loom like
the open maw
of dragons

breathing
steam



soulsurvivor
(c) 5/24/2015
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