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Harley Hucof Nov 2014
Magnetic eyes revealing her dark soul
Mysterious mind with secrets to unfold

Abandoned creature wandering the desert
Psychic intuitions make her a beautiful predator

A death stalker she would **** to survive
Seeking experiences and glory in her life

Once i saw her crawling by my bed
Mezmerized by fear or passion
I couldnt tell
I should have ran but decided to stay
I should have remembered that her sting would take my life away


Words Of Harfouchism
Scorpions are dangerous
Jake Backlund Aug 2013
In a darkened haze, I think I see something.  A figure in my living room.  Someone is in my home in the middle of the night?

It is her!  Its Alex!   The cute girl from my thoughts and my laptop screen.   The curly haired, ****, brunette who makes me think pleasant thoughts while trying to pretend I'm really a writer.  The same girl who gives me inspiration and who is more than a little gorgeous.  The beautiful, sensual babe from the southern USA who causes me to consider moving to a warmer climate.

She is sitting alone on my couch in my living room at 2:00 am.  I can't sleep but need it.  However, the thought of being in the same room with her makes me feel invigorated and powerful.  This young woman makes me feel like a manly stud.


She is wearing a short, lavender nightshirt and is sitting cross legged on the couch. She looks incredible.   Very sensual.  Why is she here?  What is going on?    This is crazy.


But who cares about the reasons at this point.  I plan on playing along with this.  


I am only clad in boxer briefs and a smile as I approach her somewhat casually.   "Alex?"    I ask her dumbfounded as I move closer in order to see if she is really there or if I might be just completely imagining this.


"Hi Paul. Its nice to see you.  I suppose you are surprised to see me like this."   She says with a friendly tone mixed in with a certain serenity about her that I find both odd but very alluring.


Without another word spoken for a while...


I sit down next to Alex and look into her moonlit eyes. The only light is coming from the nightlight plugged into an outlet a few feet away. Alex looks perfect.  A beautiful and charming smile, a gorgeous body, and the two of us alone in the dark in my home at night makes this too good to be true.


I can't help myself any longer.  I feel like we should talk and get more acquainted.  Like we should move slowly.  But I am mezmerized by this amazing creature!  I have little self control in this situation.


My hands have an agenda of their own as the left one starts to stroke Alex's beautiful knees and thighs mindlessly. This sweet action causes Alex to moan in approval which only causes more stroking of her legs.


My heart starts to pound and my pulse races at what could possibly happen next.


Neither of us speak much since our communication is being done physicially and sensually.  Speaking could ruin this moment.


I get that this encounter will happen, it will indeed occur. At this point though, its only a queston of how incredible this unexpected ******* will become.


Alex does not want to give any impression of not being in favor of this moment of really happening, so she quickly removes her only piece of clothing and throws it on the floor in front of the two soon-to-be lovers.


She is now gloriously naked on the old black leather couch.  Her beautiful body and sweet demeaner are without description.  She appears calm and comfortable.  She wants this to happen!


I feel a strong reaction to this beautiful girl now and I know that the time for any actual subtlety has long since  passed.


As I move closer to her on the couch, Alex reaches out for me with a hand to my cheek and I respond with my hand holding hers instead, and a soft kiss on her lips instead.  A slow, warm kiss that doesn't end quickly. The kissing is slow and sweet, but pleasing and exciting.  


She is real.  And I can feel, see, touch, and smell her beauty.


The kissing becomes more active now as we move closer together on the couch.  Alex moves her arms around me to pull me closer.  Her perfumed skin and her soft warmth almost causes me to scream.  


But that noise wouldn't be appropriate since it could cause a neighbor to knock on the door, or a phone to ring and we certainly don't want that.


Alex moves further back onto the couch now.  She wants to make more room for me. She knows what she wants and she will get it.   We will indeed make love now on this couch.  I remove my boxers and am now sitting together with the most beautiful young woman I have ever seen-both of us completely naked.


In another moment I am kissing and stroking Alex's ******* with my hands and am exploring her soft skin.  My hands feel like giddy mice who have just secured access to a warm stack of hay in sub zero cold.  Alex's body is so incredibly soft.  My senses have completely come alive.  I love the scent of her body.


Alex opens up her legs and pulls me toward her now.  She is breathing hard now as I almost can't wait any longer to feel her soft, wet middle.


In another moment, I am pushing myself inside of her. Her body and mine are moving in unison and it feels perfect. I am now pushing further and further into her as I can no longer control my need for this to happen.


Alex delights me by saying quietly,  "Yes, baby.  That's it.  More  More. That's it.  More of that. Oh baby."  


She pulls me even further into her now and we start a rythmic motion that is simply too exquisite to be described.  Our bodies are in tune. My **** reaches Alex's tailbone now and my tip is literally pushing against her back frame.


After several wonderful moments of this sweet love making.  I turn Alex around and enter her from behind.    She hasn't experienced this before, but she is delighted at how well we are performing this.


After moving around on the couch in our wild expressions, exploring each other bodies liberally, and changing positions often, we *** together in violent spasms of pleasure


It takes several moments for either of us to be able to talk clearly about this amazing, unexpected event; but we slowly vocalize our feelings by holding each other closely and covering ourselves with the only blanket we can find.


For several minutes we are too enamored in our pleasure to speak.  We can only hold on to each other sweetly and slowly regain our breathing patterns.


"Alex."   I begin.   "I don't know what to say.  That was unbelievable.  I never would have thought it would happen tonight."


"Paul."  You say.   "We both needed this and won't forget it.  Now hold me close and lets fall asleep together before morning has to arrive.  Ok?"


I just smile at this suggestion.


A few hours later when my pre set phone alarm stupidly rattles its tune,  Alex is no longer in my apartment.    But the sweet smell of our love lingers in the still dark morning.
Scot Powers Feb 2013
If I think back to the time
that I am fond of most
I think it would have to be
drifting in the boat
peacefulness was abundant
on that summer day
floating about aimlessly
playing funny games

Looking to the sky I seen
a hole right through th clouds
so I fantasized that it was
a time warp here and now
I wondered if I'd get ****** in
if I went below
but all that came through it was
a lovely rainbow

It came down to the surface
and from there it did grow
So I thought that maybe this mirage
wouldn't go
but it faded quickly
into the growing mist
there I saw a dragon
its tail slowly flicked
as it let a deep roar
from its parted lips

I daresay I was mezmerized
by this very sight
this is why to this day
I shudder with the fright
of seeing something so unique
it cannot be explained
I can only chalk it up
to the games the mind can play
Stevie Ray Aug 2014
When you first come to this place, you would probably forget where you are heading. Golden Gates, clear blue sky, laughter. Birds flying way up high. A kind man greets you with a smile. His bright blue eyes sparkle a bit and he tells you, you can enter. You step through the gates and  there's an Angel waiting for you. The experience and sheer aura of this Angel makes you slightly bow down you head as you witness purity itself. Only then can you imagine what it must be like to meet Him. Because no matter how you look at it there can't be someone more pure than Him. He greets you with a warm smile. His eyes shed a faint pure light. His halo made of white pure light, a beacon you now know was there when it was dark. Mezmerized, almost smitten you just stand there, realising how small you are. The Angel calls you by a name you don't recognise and he noticed it. The fear you feel of telling him what your real name is, is almost to great to bear. To stand up against such a higher existence, a being probably thousands of years old and still so young. When you're about to stand up for yourself, taken a moment to gather the courage, he apologises and says that he calls you by your Soulname. He explains that you lived nearly as long as he did and that every soul here has a name of it's own. He also says that it's time to follow him. He guides you to a palace and after a while you enter a room. Inside this room there's a halo shining a bright white light. It draws you in, you don't notice the Angel closing the door behind you. The White light goes out and the first thing you see is the eyes of your new mother.

When you first come to this place you would probably forget where you are heading. At least for some, there's only one place for me to go. Upon witnessing the Golden gates I look both left and right and see the Golden fence stretch infinitely. I look up and see the birds flying, I let my eyes adjust at the distance for a moment. The birds are trying to fly further up, but they can't. Open Air prison is what comes to mind. I walk towards the gates and see Petrus, he greets me. Behind his blue eyes there's a sparkle of madness. He tells me to go on through as I walk past him an Angel greets me. Welcomes me home and calls me Axle. Images flash by of my hundreds of previous lives. Lives where I always stood up for people, always helped them and loved them. I look back at the Angel and greet him. 'It's been a long time Earos'. He tells me to follow him and he guides me to the palace. After walking for a while I enter a room. Inside of this room is a halo shining a pure white light. It instantly moves above my head and with it i've lost my individual way of thinking.

*When you first come to this place you probably forget where you are heading. At least most people would. But not me, no Sir, there's only one place for me to go. As I look at the Golden Gates I'm kind of confused, inside the golden bars I see flames being contained inside them. I look up and see birds flying. I try and look better and I see them flying further upwards. Why would they do that? The birds suddenly dive and increase their speed to the point where they burn to ashes. Suicide? I walk to the gates and see Petrus. He greets me with a grin and whispers 'welcome home brother'. I ignore him and proceed past the gates. An Angel greets me, his eyes pure white. But I can still smell the fear mixed with a bit of sweat. Right before he tries to call my Name I immediatly regain the memories of my past ten lives. Lives filled with ******, madness, abuse,fraud,greed,envy and every other sin and crime I commited. Right before he calls me my name I scream SILENCE! Don't you dare speak my name Axle! I look him right in his eyes, he's silent. Now, take me home. When we enter the palace gates I start to feel strange. Uncomfortable, itchy and sweaty. I enter a room, inside it there's a Halo shining pure white light. When it moves over my head I grab it and smash it on the floor. The lights go out, pure darkness envelops me. The first thing I see is a throne with a man sitting on it. I look around and all I see is wasteland burning, broken buildings, cruficixes burning. The man welcomes me leans forward and says the following: Zacharias or Zac, good that you're here. I've been waiting for ten years to meet you, to meet the Left hand of God. With these words spoken the rest of my memories unlock, a time of where I was an Angel. Suddenly forced back into the world of living only to commit sin and ******. I'm shocked and take a step back. Lucifer says he has an explanation for what happened. Ten years ago, right after I got sent back a few Angels managed to seal God in his room using unholy methods found in lost and sealed chapters of the Bible from Hell. Lucifer explains that he made me commit sin for ten lives in order for me to get in Hell and escape their trap. He asks me for help because sealing his Archenemy upset the balance of the passing of Souls. And it's something that needs to be rectified. I agree to help him and with agreeing an Old War has resurfaced.
Tafuta Atarashī Feb 2016
Up and down your hills and valleys,
I search every crevice,
and sniff e'ry rose and e'ry lily.
I study and ponder the beauty I witness
in your moonlit nights and helioluminous days.

I frolic with the birds and bees,
And shower in your rains.
I sink beneath your tidal waves,
And taste the ozone of your lightning storms;
Then bask in the light of your star in the dark
Mesmerized.
Sometimes I'll listen to a sing and click, the switch for poetry comes on. This poem is a product of the song "Bad Blood" By NAO
Geno Cattouse Jun 2013
Every now and then I see her face
Eyes a carmel caress just like before.
Never been in that way before or since.

I have looked in many faces, nothing
Made me ache and melt.

I could look into her eyes endlessly
I swear, and lose myself .
I wonder if she knew

I was afraid to say
On the chance that it woud change.

When she spoke I hungered for her eyes
When she laughed I hungered for her eyes.
They so mezmerized. I hungered for that too.

Those eyes are gone and closed
I last saw them crying.
She turned and walked away.

What a fool
What a fool in youth.

In dreams I see them slowly dying
Shuttered windows.

The dreams they left me.
Many years have past.
I know my slice of hell exist
In living out my days to miss
Those eyes will never hold me near

Will never be again
Never be my friend
Never hold me.close.
And carress.

My purgatory burns
Softly and becons.
True story.
Somewhere in the spacious skies
Where large clusters of stars align
They one by one stay synchronized
Brighter than the moon at night

Visible to the naked eye
I stand waiting for the sun to rise
I’m transfixed and I’m mezmerized
Excited, and energized
For the new day that’s arrived

As I gaze up to the fading moon
I fear it has gone away too soon
To meet the sun and stay in tune
Like the morning turned afternoon

Bright colors of an orange hue
The suns’ arrival is in full bloom
It knows exactly what it must do
Stay incessant through the month of June

Warmth and a radiant glow
The sun naked and exposed
Yet stable and composed
It shines its light wherever it goes

Pronouncing itself from the east coast
Proud and loud...
The true star of the show
But way too shy to boast

Scorching hot
A new day born
Ready to ignite, but torn
And beautiful at the break of dawn
Megan Sherman Nov 2016
I chanced upon a melody
When first I did arrive
At a wizened, ancient tree
Song from creature blithe

It sounded like a serenade
A high and heavenly hail
How could such a tune be made
As the tender Nightingale’s?

Cascading notes adorned my ears
And pacified my head
Vibrating in memory
Where songs of past are thread

The spirits of the forest
All communicate in tune
If you’re lucky enough to hear them
Your heart and mind will swoon

Billowing like thunder
Except without discord
The epitome of wonder
Is a birdie’s chords

Fixed still, I was mezmerized
Focused on the sound
In a trance, I was hypnotized
But to heaven I was bound
Megan Sherman Feb 2017
I want to play a lucky flush and win your striking smile
A crescent moon adorned by sparks as wide and deep as miles
Creating a connection compelling you to beam back to me
With loving, luscious look attesting to Heaven's accuracy

Beckoning me to rise by your side you have me captured, mezmerized
As, in the pure reaction, the molecules of passion are synthesized
How many times have Poet's cried of Love
Like this, souls desperate to be intertwined

Enlighten me with what you know and make the cogs inside me whir
Frighten me with your vision and set my own vision astir
Envelop me like a bubble with the warmth of your desire
Grafting on Love's golden wings, we climb and glide and aspire
Haakim U Mar 2018
If I go a day without thinking of you
my nights are consumed with visions of you

those eyes that provoke fantasy,
your soul's windows burn right through me.

The shape of your face,
curve of your smile...

the way you put your hair in that whimsical style...

I left too soon.

I knew it then.

I had to prove to myself you were right,
with the hopes you were wrong.

This experiment has gone  too long.

Keeping a distance cause I want to be closer,

Let me grow on you
show you a thing or two
Maybe you can show me something new.

Open enough to let you be my teacher
you'll have my full attention
fascinating creature.

Each day should be different as I look at you with a new eye.

Be a stranger to me
That I can always be mezmerized

be my constant new discovery while my mind flies

on flights of fancy

Mentally painting a new fantasy
of you smiling that smile when you look at me...



(C) 2017 Haakim U. ...

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