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Touch MeTouch me
You are fire on my skin
Oh, dear god, I whisper
Your mouth upon my neck
A hand to cup each breast
Yes, I am in flames
In flames and I am burning
The blood of my veins is ash
Oh, keep your hands upon me
The warm, wetness of your lips
Touch me, caress me, grip me
I gasp
Your breath fills me as smoke
Thick and choking black
Yes, oh, yes
I twist myself to fit you
My finger prints melt into your skin
Kiss me, taste me, devour me
Scorch your name into my bones
Yes, set me aflame, yes
So bright the heavens see me
Yes, dear god, yes
Touch me

ticktockI told you I want you.
to fuck me
maybe

I was high

(and a little wet,maybe)

you just looked at my naked,aching body
and smiled

you then came
inside of me

je t'aime

oh .... oh.... mon amour...... aahh...

moi non plus

you come and go
you come, usually

between my bruised thighs

I told you I want you inside of me.

As I was thinking at the other one
saying
he would
fuck me
all morning
long and strong.

you get me now?

violettake me far west
kiss me hard under amethyst skies
and onyx trees

let me linger under motel lights
i’ll sneak into your bed
leave violet inkspots in your head

Love, Pain, Misery.How can I truly be happy,
if the only thing that truly made me happy is not by my side?
how can i sleep?
knowing i'll be laying in an empty bed.
how can i eat?
if i'll be dining alone.
how can i feel again?
feel alive again.

It's as if a part of me has been ripped from the seams.
like a part of me dies every day your not here.
i don't even know how i can take it at this very moment.
i feel everything crashing down
burning
eating me alive

i don't know what else to do.
how can i show you how much you mean to me?
how can i give you what my heart longs to do?
what can i do to make you feel my love.?
my every though is of you, my dear swee

Moonbeams and Dragonfly WingsI love you, you know
When people see me crying
They ask why
They ask who

I have to say the truth dear,
I have to say it's you
But you don't know that
Not anymore

You broke my heart
They think you broke us but really
It was just me
Just my heart

You came home with eyes aglow
Fire
Fantasies winging like dragons about your head
Ideals rich and strong as chocolate cake

You said you'd never turn your back
On those who needed you
You said you could help
Be brave

You even joked
Said you knew how to climb trees
Knew how to fight like a ninja
Knew from protecting a princess, winked at me

My heart was full of love
But you squeezed it hard
When yo

The Last Night page 2Last Night 2
For Puabi
Settling into the new nest
The twilight sky was alive*
But outside noises had lulled acceptably
I finished last chores and lay down
Scarcely one hour had lapsed
Despite the rumble and the frequent flashes in the sky
I heard that gentle whisper
"Come and rest now, beloved."
I wrapped my arms round her waist
"Aw, how is my beloved?
Are you satisfied with Puabi, beloved?"
"I am always."
"Puabi is happy with her beloved!
I want only my beloved!"
We kissed, and she leapt over me
Her natal wildness lives on
"Beloved!"
We embraced

ConsumingWith one glance.
My heart stops.
With one touch.
I try to catch my breath.
These feelings cant be real.
So intense.
I feel your gaze on me.
Slideing over my skin.
Burning a path of passion.
Consuming me.

SurrenderI dream about kneeling before You
Patiently waiting, carefully watching,
Studying those eyes I adore studying mine.

Secretly hoping, quietly aching
For the stroke of Your hand on my hair
That touch only You can give.

That touch that makes my limbs go languid,
My heart sit still and warm serenity drizzle
Settling and pooling in that special place.

Turning my face into the brush of Your fingers
Seeking the fire they ignite on my skin
Wordless promises we both understand.

The need to deepen my surrender surges
As I press my lips into Your palm
And feel my love for You expand.

I am lost in the moment, this unique moment
That only a submissiv

Ravish MePin me down.
Sheets thrown away.
Clothes torn.
Our kisses hot and fierce.
Your body hard above mine.
Ravish me.
Rake your fingers along my skin, Mark me.
And I'll mark you.
Nip me if you please.
Tasteing my skin, passion.
Ravish me

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down the lines and pathways
along the flawless blush
of your cold face
perhaps i have imagined
this moment of the two
of us so close together
sketching photographs
in the night we can see
out the fogged chill of windows
of your lips through
darkness
the dim light of your smile
speaks a symphony
that in deep tones
i may move closer
than ive ever been
without the glass barriers
over your hands
in sterling silver dreams
if i could write music
like your voice within
this soon so distant memory
it would sing like a ghost
walking away from me
im no musician
and in transparent fingertips
i could see

Leo Feist On Paper Edges

peering from around the
crescent halo
my dark hair
and i find sparks
withing the dips of
creases underneath
your lips
white flash bulbs
as they break through
flesh and lighting
the corners of dark rooms
so i can read
red lines
and scribbled voids
along the indent
hollows under
and about the graceful
curve
ivory white as you breathe
shallow stuck and singing
so fly with wings
underneath your coat sleeves
slope of shadows on your neck
as it quivers like strings
under my fingertips
you sing through your skin
and im catching music in my eyelashes
brushed lightly to the
floor with your voice
in scattered pools
i am

Red Pink With Seeds

eleanor can be so cruel
handed her the future
red fruit in an ivory palm
and in perfect teeth she smiled
blood stained
with empty hands
she and lucy danced
they learned to play guitar
everyone screamed to cracked stained heavens
when she stepped on lords and goddess faces
sang into the cups of sun dried flowers
"its beautiful" she said
and shimmied a bit more
appeasing to dark corners
with the tilt of toothy grins
and her eyes shining reflected a life of perfect sin
shes smearing the paint from betweent the dips in
her heated fingertips
and writing poetry on the sides of those old steeples
with cracked tiles and falling do

The Blue Lights Getting Close

i spread rosin over my fingertips
and traced letters on the cold
surface of my window sill
the residue is smoke breathing i love you
into temporary expanses
where i can blow the
evidence of being lonely isolated
spaced with five apart into the washed white creases
the song whispered 'where dust fears to tread'
and there are the shaded lines of light grip prints
along the curve of vessels under broken skin
and the ships that sail theyre spreading
so im bleeding
out pentagonal corners
and writing letters to remind myself where i am falling from
the chords of veins are ringing out
that i will stay here
finding ways to reverse

Whispered In The Pages

I've talked into empty receivers.
The hollow of broken edges.
And the niches of acoustic ridges.
With a nod and a cracked smile.
With dark eyes wide and through crimped curtains.
Spoken.
Teeth frozen under lips and in the intake of chilled breaths.
I am speaking.
With your eyes to the ground, dirty soles. Dirty soles.
Casual sliding of a shoulder to your smudged jaw.
Recall the trace of one, two, three fingers on old desks.
Waiting for our eyes to meet when everyone is done forgetting.
Problematic, eminent.
I'm playing a role to picking up the pieces littered on white spaces.
Putting them back, forming a shiney bright new beaut

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Just Want To Be Seen

by ~poorlywritten, Jul 8, 2005, 7:32:40 AM
Literature / Poetry / Romantic / Erotic / Free Verse

not wanting a lover
just needing the
backseats
slipping over
being seen
and recognized for being
look at them
theyre living
minutes falling
each a week
gone for the years
mounting as theyre passing
seen a face
and there a smile
finding significance
in backward places
a mothers only
funny that
a desperate one
running away
from nothing
maybe everything
in the back
shiny new tires
and a glistening frame
too original to be real
ending up sore
bruised about the mouth
in feeling
fighting to the last breath
for no particular reason
just needing to
keep an honor
well preserved
engrained to tell
hands
bent thumbs
he says im
still fond of you
speaking in the most
forlorn way
no one needs
a lover
just wanting then
to see
obstructed vision
and parted beauty
its satisfaction
in a little time
relating to a notion
thats been played over and over
flash frames
while theyre sleeping
wallowing in having nothing
just lovely

Just Want To Be Seenby ~poorlywritten

Literature / Poetry / Romantic / Erotic / Free Verse

I'm writing a response to Reel Around the Fountain, by the Smiths. For the sake of.....

"I dreamt about you last night
And i fell out of bed twice
You can pin and mount me like a butterfly
But "take me to the haven of your bed"
Was something that you never said
Two lumps, please
You're the bee's knees
But so am i

Oh, meet me at the fountain
Shove me on the patio
I'll take it slowly
Oh ...

Fifteen minutes with you
Oh, i wouldn't say no
Oh, people see no worth in you
Oh, but i do.
Fifteen minutes with you
Oh, no, i wouldn't say no
Oh, people see no worth in you
I do.
Oh, i ... i do
Oh, i do
Oh, i do
Oh, i do"

Morrissey, he kills me.

~yourCase Jul 9, 2005 Filmographer

i'm lonely, tell me a story about narcotic rabbits............

~poorlywritten Jul 10, 2005

If I could, I would make love to Gibson guitars. With my hands. If I could play them proper.
Kid A is the unofficial soundtrack for people dying. Did you know that?

~yourCase Jul 11, 2005 Filmographer

fuck you again.........................cod-damnit i am pissed

~poorlywritten Jul 11, 2005

Cod.....they make me think of a deity I can't see.
Except with a different letter at the beginning.

~crackedmem0ries Jul 8, 2005

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