Sensual metaphors

free me little

to be bright eyes
in short steps
I held on to threads
upward while I watched
my dreams pop in
ballons that lie with color knots
I weep now only for my future lost
in what if man were only dreaming
remembering
they are....
 
sinking below the canopy of her eyeline
to the long, elegant underbrush
and the root of my avarice
 
special
a forever thought
you knew that
timed
tossed
now
I
linger
pole reversed
praying for water brothers
to recover....
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Is it possible? Or, more accurately, are we even capable of such a shift? Is there any silver lining to be found in that black and greasy gloom? This is, perhaps, the most imperative question of all: If we can produce a demon of such extraordinary scale and devastation, can we not also somehow create its exact opposite? Let us pray.

__._,_.___
 
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symbol

if you were my logo
it would stand on love
and live on life
your name
Lesson
learned
 
first

a simple notion
of ever lasts
past never
checkered
self-love
fills its cup
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Expectations....
Salivating, wild wanton
open wide, waiting, hoping, anticipating
lusting after tumescence.
Engorged, immaculate, raging
positioned, ready-set-go!

Delve to the deepest depths,
sealed warm suction.
Slow and steady.
Intensify, deeper, faster, friction, no quitting!
Swelling pulsating, sweet rocking.
Back and forth, to and fro.
Explosion!

Ah! kaleidoscope
Beautiful little death.
 
listen

you say
men seek a nurse n purse
O
now...
some seek
a wicked man with
a wallet...
I kinda fall for
can you hear me now....
present mined
 
Expectations....
Salivating, wild wanton
open wide, waiting, hoping, anticipating
lusting after tumescence.
Engorged, immaculate, raging
positioned, ready-set-go!

Delve to the deepest depths,
sealed warm suction.
Slow and steady.
Intensify, deeper, faster, friction, no quitting!
Swelling pulsating, sweet rocking.
Back and forth, to and fro.
Explosion!

Ah! kaleidoscope
Beautiful little death.

Wow! This is awesome. I need to take a shower.
 
eachofo

to celebrate loves once held
to care about the frequency of remembrance
dream begins its tuning
moving the lights out
singing reflections to a sun touched
only by the tilt of moonwater
alms given
 
my cup

don't party anymore
can't think of what was the
last fad fountain well fuck
so
if there is a next get in on
I need to find
fill up
called
First...
A thirsty Me...
 
Expectations....
Salivating, wild wanton
open wide, waiting, hoping, anticipating
lusting after tumescence.
Engorged, immaculate, raging
positioned, ready-set-go!

Delve to the deepest depths,
sealed warm suction.
Slow and steady.
Intensify, deeper, faster, friction, no quitting!
Swelling pulsating, sweet rocking.
Back and forth, to and fro.
Explosion!

Ah! kaleidoscope
Beautiful little death.

Very nice poem! Succinct description. Vivid imagery.
 
close

he was member tuned
my ancient fork tripped
picked clothes attracted doom
I watched thier bubblegum
bitten chewed....
I heard my master play harps
on my feet and I
swaggered blanket tuned
bliss ready
time now seti ...time now
sync me closer..
this bomb is loose
and I am spinning closer
to the

eternity of its might.....
and I sip the green cup canon
and bite the lies of too far to fall
and I fell now...just held now in check..
A CLOSER....EVERYTHING THAT IS...MIGHT BE CHANGED
 
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the vegetarian

a woman like her
made him yearn to leap from great heights
turn cannibal

noticed this awhile back. interesting use of irony though it would be quite difficult to turn cannibal after having leapt from great heights, I would think. Perhaps in reverse?
 
noticed this awhile back. interesting use of irony though it would be quite difficult to turn cannibal after having leapt from great heights, I would think. Perhaps in reverse?
damn, i don't even remember writing this. :eek:

... so, i do believe i must have meant throwing himself from the great heights of his ego/high-horse/metaphorical tower of indifference to women in general and wanting to eat her up ::D
 
spill

If I were Alice
I would drench
you in the fall.
Drowning in undertow,
you would rise
from the spill,
absorbed,
wondering,
who did who
clean dreamed?

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searching

place me edged
just behind the haunting
bare breathed
You a no name
of can’t explain this space
of how this works
crash tear rain
in my room roots
without a spare spread
untold
I travel without
within bounds
of sumless numbers
tuning toward truth
finding sound borders....
music mends me this time
 
a

my balloon flies without
velvet
and its mass
swallows
an era of elvis
I hide in ordinary
decieved in now
from shared
to molded
sculpted by regrets
I fly into the wind
of laughter
tracking inside sane
my moon is maddened
by your strings
 
inticed

take twilight
mingle me merlot colored
twist up stella
a pale horse catches
a ride
we stoned tossed from
stonehenge
join in service
 
lick my lids

flashbacks
fucking fissures
eye cracks
with no words
drop me deep
no eye candy
sleeps
crystallized

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techno seer

should have been sensitive
to future cuts
intent spliced
time sorry
transmissions
ajusted
 
rub my breasts in...

lavender
from castile
to candle
chocolate
from dark
to milk
all traced
pleasure created
craving...
all washed in
rosewater
sensual sensed
buds of ultra
rejoin
 
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