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This week’s theme is “Locked Away Secrets”
To Say we Killed the Night
your cologne is walking the streets
slender, sexy, catlike walking
passing by me
where i get my coffee
and lingering in the trains
asking me for change
a common fragrance
and my nose takes in it and has tasted it
from the concave mountain of your neck
from the slave passion of the bed
on the slow pavement in my head
i have been with you and smelled you and loved you
on temporary nights
i love you temporarily again too
each of the nights i smell you
odor of new of treacherous waves
kept in small bowls in
religious laboratories of faith
and i opened up all over you
all over again each night i loved you
violently, drastically, with vicious palms
and fingertips thirsty for another’s context,
content
with a brave tongue eager for sustenance, movement— ballerina. tango. acrobatics
with a throat estranged from word’s abuse
i love you temporarily with a permanent use
i love you citrus juice in the exhausted, hopeful morning
i can smell you mourning our arrangement
and i can smell you careless
the fragrance of particles loosed in thick moist air
pieces of the southward flight of suicidal birds
sexual birth
romantic genocide
Sexcapade
Do me a favor, eh?
together.
Allow me to figure out your figure to skate
my tongue like figure 8 across your face and taste
the lace of every thought that pours through pupils
so just sit and be the pupil and take lessons in this session
of Romanticism, my mission is fishing for your kisses
so Misses, give you a fitness test, the rest is circling your chest
confess your greatest fantasy, I’ll turn it to reality,
drive you into insanity, so scream so all humanity
could know my government, discover every spot you hide
when I let you ride, slide and I dive deep inside of you.
I’ll do you this favor by
opening up my taste buds to taste your flavor
favor you by savoring you and trigger
that sense that makes your body radiate with heat
and it flows through the core of your body
where my mouth and your manhood meet
you taste so sweet
and I bet you feel even sweeter
so let’s make moves that even Acrobats hesitate to use
and make a movie not to be shown in theaters
direct your hands into this gold mine and use your
dynamite like fingers to blow my mind
mold my flesh and caress my chest
to create upon my face an intimate design
that tells a passionate story.
See, we become storytellers tellin’ gory details on how I
indulge on the innermost pleasures of your fervor
embark on adventures that lie behind the thighs and hips
that clip to every lip and run from every tongue
drip from every tip and makes the rhythm fun
because until sun comes, we’ve yet to be done
so come…
yes, come sweet nothings like the whispers that linger like elixir in your ears
and fix these knees that buckle and suckle the life out of you
as I suckle the life out of you, two fingers by two fingers make four
two inside, two beckon for more,
whole hands hold hands as cold hands join in matrimony,
holy spirits hear it, your screams and my dreams that stream together
this light that beams forever in your sight when your might falls
and when night falls, you fall right onto me.
Fall right into me,see then you become a deep sea diver
dive in between my thighs that triggers my hips to swivel and sends
shivers up my spine as you travel the depths of my sea floors
explore my underwater cave that only
the brave have attempted to try before
its only human nature so embrace her
pleasure me while I’m in your embrace
and use your body to erase any trace of tension in my body
let our souls intertwine so that your body becomes mine and
your pleasure is mine and
pain in my mind is pleasure
so make me wince with every stroke and
choke back moans while you drive it in home
ears ringing loud like ancient telephones that
everyone on the block could hear
make my eyes tear with the orgasm coming so near
and make me shout a similar statement spoken by paul revere
They’re Coming, It’s Coming. I’m Coming, We’re Coming
This week’s theme is “Lust”
This week’s theme like every other is just a simple phrase that can be taking away you want. Any thought associated with there word or phrase that comes to mine can be use to create something. Remember this is open to everyone
Addiction.
I exhaled softly as my eyes counted invisible stars. The bed shifted beside me as you laid down on your back and breathed out as well. I removed my eyes from the ceiling and turned on my side to look at you, my short hair falling oddly and messily against my cheek. I wasn’t sure what round it was, but each time felt greater than the last.
“Hmm,” was the only sound to leave my lips as I smiled, my eyes taking in the shape of your fit body. I couldn’t get tired of looking at it. You turned your head a little so you could look at me, a tired smile on your lips as my fingers traced an invisible shape on your abdomen.
“Tired?” You asked. I almost laughed.
“Not one bit,” I said with a smirk that made you chuckle.
“Well damn,” you said, your eyes returning to the ceiling as if unsure if I was really up for anything more. I smiled as I slowly sat up and lifted my leg over your body in order to sit on top of you.
“What’s the matter? Don’t think I can keep up?” I teased and bent down to kiss your lips, then your neck and collarbone.
I couldn’t get enough. I wanted to feel you all over me. Engulf me. Suffocate me. I only wanted you and no one else and I finally got you. I wanted to keep you in this room, on this bed, as mine. As a victim of my sudden addiction to you. You made me this way and I wanted you to realize that this addiction wasn’t going to fade. Mentally, physically, sexually, emotionally: it was all about you.
What is it I keep searching for
In every second of every minute
And each moment
Why do I keep crying
Like this is all some big mistake by chance
And I don’t have a choice
How can I blame anyone, but me
For causing all of this for myself
When I know it’s all my fault
And I keep reaching for the fire
With every burn I’m a little more drawn
I keep reaching for the fire
Finally the pain is not so appealing,
But I feel like I can never let go.
This week’s theme is “Addiction”
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