Good evening to the distinguished and not so distinguished ladies and gents. 
You've a new poetry poster here. I willingly embrace your thoughts, if you would be so kind as to share them. Be kind, be brutal, or be brutally kind.
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Too Many Times
Too many times you've been a statue next to me
Cold, inhumane, with a stare that would say:
"No matter how hard you try, whether you live or you die,
you'll never come close to changing me."
Too many times have your actions spoken for words
Icy in it's simplicity, with frost in it's breath
Like the first day of winter, and when the sun dies that night
the twilight becomes me, no stars in my eyes.
Too many times has your life been an escape
from my love, my warmth, my dreams, my soul and my life
Perhaps you like the chill of being without me
Perhaps, you genuinely find me cold.
Perhaps you step into the sun each time you're without me.
I hope my touch is as soft as a whisper
I have faith that my words fall lovingly on your heart
I doubt that my gaze is like that of a traitor
I know that my love is better than none.
And yet, there have been too many times
You've gave me the cold shoulder
Hiding your true face with a step back, and then right after
A laughter.
There have been too many times
When your eyes run from mine
As if they were a plague that would blind you
Or break you, or beat you, or bind you
With barbed wire and cold chains, deep into your flesh.
There have been too many times
My emotions have been written on parchment
In the solomness of the night, with a wind from the mountains
Chasing me away from you but I won't run.
I will hold my ground and tell you this
It is the only way or I will fall down
I don't believe the winds are your doing
But these words certainly are:
I feel old, tired
Done with this game
I've been beaten
Too many times to
Lose like this again.
There isn't a fiber
Left in my heart
To mend your
Actions that have
Ripped us apart.
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Taste your Whisper
I want to slither myself around you
and feel the curves of our desire
slip my tongue into this wet air
caress and grip and pull my hair
wrap your body around my inhibitions
my uncontrollable emotions
break the walls blocking my decisions
savor your surgical precision
mix our thoughts our wants our needs
hungrily bite the hand that feeds
your eyes roll back and we keep going toward
the inescapable vibrations that are forward
feel the beat of my veins pumping pumping your bottled stress away
watch the rhythm of our flesh spinning grinding sweat beads until the day
when we pick up the scent of our lives calling us back into the fray
only to slide back around one another each the predator and the prey
You've a new poetry poster here. I willingly embrace your thoughts, if you would be so kind as to share them. Be kind, be brutal, or be brutally kind.
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Too Many Times
Too many times you've been a statue next to me
Cold, inhumane, with a stare that would say:
"No matter how hard you try, whether you live or you die,
you'll never come close to changing me."
Too many times have your actions spoken for words
Icy in it's simplicity, with frost in it's breath
Like the first day of winter, and when the sun dies that night
the twilight becomes me, no stars in my eyes.
Too many times has your life been an escape
from my love, my warmth, my dreams, my soul and my life
Perhaps you like the chill of being without me
Perhaps, you genuinely find me cold.
Perhaps you step into the sun each time you're without me.
I hope my touch is as soft as a whisper
I have faith that my words fall lovingly on your heart
I doubt that my gaze is like that of a traitor
I know that my love is better than none.
And yet, there have been too many times
You've gave me the cold shoulder
Hiding your true face with a step back, and then right after
A laughter.
There have been too many times
When your eyes run from mine
As if they were a plague that would blind you
Or break you, or beat you, or bind you
With barbed wire and cold chains, deep into your flesh.
There have been too many times
My emotions have been written on parchment
In the solomness of the night, with a wind from the mountains
Chasing me away from you but I won't run.
I will hold my ground and tell you this
It is the only way or I will fall down
I don't believe the winds are your doing
But these words certainly are:
I feel old, tired
Done with this game
I've been beaten
Too many times to
Lose like this again.
There isn't a fiber
Left in my heart
To mend your
Actions that have
Ripped us apart.
---------------------------------------------------------------
Taste your Whisper
I want to slither myself around you
and feel the curves of our desire
slip my tongue into this wet air
caress and grip and pull my hair
wrap your body around my inhibitions
my uncontrollable emotions
break the walls blocking my decisions
savor your surgical precision
mix our thoughts our wants our needs
hungrily bite the hand that feeds
your eyes roll back and we keep going toward
the inescapable vibrations that are forward
feel the beat of my veins pumping pumping your bottled stress away
watch the rhythm of our flesh spinning grinding sweat beads until the day
when we pick up the scent of our lives calling us back into the fray
only to slide back around one another each the predator and the prey
