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choose a letter,

and then another…

and another…

and another…



now chew them,

until you feel your taste buds

electrified by the DNA

of a new word.



allow the embryo

to accommodate to your

status of word maker -

you are its root.



soon

it will ask you for another,

and you won’t have the heart

to leave it feeling lonely.



and by the time you know it,

the new words

will have bitten

from the core of your mind.



they will form worlds,

and they will unfold

new meanings

in front of your eyes.



they will bless you,

curse you,

give you insomnia

and make you cry.



you will try to rule them

and you will apply

the mene-tekel-phares principle

in order to sieve them.



you will flood them,

save them,

reshape them,

and redeem them.



but in the end you will bitterly learn

that the now alive words

shall have a will of their own,

consuming your essence.



and that

is only the beginning

of poetry -

day one.

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[…] that stubborn
splinter of tamarind fragrance
stuck on the tip of
my thoughts
makes sure every day
that I
no longer belong
to dust
but to air
and to the bones of clouds
spread all over the bedspread of autumn
like tokens of my ancient
mud-filled veins.
aquarelled,
colors lose their
solid valence,
flowing through my
downgate of timelessness.
whored by the highly odorous
crown of unhappened futures
my tongue cradles words
swinging them
with a rock-a-bye guilt
while letting their blood
leak between my teeth –
you don’t know,
but each word I’m allowing to
tickle your nerves
is the tombstone of a world […]
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brackish Words
salty drops
of La Mar clinging
or rolling tears
How it weeps, the cringing
cries of seagulls shriek spears.
But, stop, what is that it sheds,
salty drops?
Taste its piquant bite,
its moisture on your tongue.
It pleads like a whisper
then a roar to shore...
To be spellbound
tongue bound, Tellurian,
name me
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Chopped and chewed and swallowed -
down we go
on eternity’s throat,
one bite of salty clay after another
to be recycled
and become the burnt sienna skies
of some obscure tomorrow.

fate chimes its eyelashes
like some odalisque her coin belt -
the boatman’s pockets are always full
with tradition’s eye seals.

we are but stairs
for humanity’s pretended
e-volution,
we circle meanings
like eagles circle unseen angels
up-above,
without ever touching them,
we live to ignore
and ignore to learn
the reason why history is repeating -
and talking tall
we show our real essence -

the spoiled mud flowing in our veins
keeps bringing bitter smiles
on god’s resigned mouth:
ever non-grown-ups, these earthlings…
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rise to me from my dungeons

sharpening your sword

within the blaze of my wings -

your ever accursed path

temptingly furrowing along my conscience

and eating my footsteps

one by one

[confutatis maledictis]


my shoulder blades

heavy with night and moisture

scream towards the shadows of your scars

for absolution

and whipped with flames

my chapped lips reforge your name

from essence of splendor


[flammis acribus addictis]


scribe your whirled damnation

all over my breath -

igneous pyre for my words

calling for you and for starlight…

blessed am i

for bathing my ebon light

in your smile


[voca me cum benedictis]

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CYP

I am a naked bulb unclothed

In this ambient atmosphere

Here by the seashore

The water tickling our feet

Yes my love you are here with me

In this transcendent manifestation

Of fluid desires

Blanket my body with the Warmth of your Love

Kiss me

Softly as if a butterfly

Tangle your strong hands in my Hair

And

Pull me closer in your arms

For I long to feel your naked skin

Against me

Skin

Upon

Skin

I delight in your deliciousness

Arousal heightened

I am aware of the heat rising from between my thighs

So very aware………….

Moist

Hot

And

Throbbing

Touch me my love in all those intimate places

Move your fingers rhythmically with mine

Inhibition fades to black

Yes my love move your hands there

Introduce my Womanhood to your finger

While I softly rub my Tulip in a circular motion

Glide your finger in and out

In rhythmic motions

Spread my legs my love

And

Kneel there between them

Keep your steady rhythm

And

Do not stop until my body quakes in orgasmic ecstasy

Again and Again

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Awaking from last nights fog

Head still thundering

From drunken love

Reaching across the sheets

There is nothing

Placing my feet on the cold wood floor

Forgetting the Silver Silken robe you bought me

Because you know that I hate Gold

Where are you this morning my Love

The cold of December threatens to encapsulated me

I need your warmth

You’re Love to awaken my body

For the bones feel cold

Much colder than December Rain
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[…] He was watching the moonlight, as it was slowly flowing over her body, endowing it with a translucent glow, only to continue its’ descent all down to her feet, on that green carpet…

”She’s like absinthe”, he smiled to himself, comparing her to that sugar cube he had earlier leisurely drowned in icy water. he didn’t know what made him hazier, the velvety louche he had drunk or the sight of that perfect ivory skin onto which he barely refrained to grant his lips completion.“she’s my sin and I’m her forever sinner…what makes us greater sinners in the end?”, he thought.“sinning, or falling in love with our sin?”….....

.....She was standing in front of that large window, enjoying the warm breeze tousling her hair, aware of the crimson reflections of the sunset on her naked skin and of the disapproval darting at her from the eyes of some women watching her from a distance as she was unstintingly flaunting her charms.

“You may stare all you want”, she smiled to herself.“in the end I know that what you hate most is neither my beauty, nor my easiness in luring men…...what you actually hate is the fact that you cannot help wishing to have been endowed with the same shamelessness as I was…and in your envy, you’re just as sinful as I am, but at least my sins are at sight…”[…]
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smile, lover, while I rip your shirt off –

my tonight’s feast is your musk scented skin

scribbled with my feverish gaze,

not fearing the sound of my moans,

just tempting my fingertips

to follow that candlelight flow all over it…

your shoulders, offering themselves

as bearers of the marks of my fingernails,

while you share yourself with my lust,

you – my unholy communion…


I remember the day when I became

your forever Scheherazade,

trapped within the maze of your endless nights,

carefully embroidering sands with words,

endowing seconds with the lace of hope…

that day, my shah, you took my hand

and engraved on my retina

the bright reflection of your soul,

willingly imprisoning your heart in my cupped palms…

I thus became the goblet into which

you poured the very reason of my existence –

your love…


The taste of wind, clearing the bronze-edged leaves from the path laying in front of the withering dusk, is spreading all over
the shadows of trees, now bare and shivering
within the arms of falling darkness….....

Your lips birth my name in a longing whisper, kissing with your voice the core of my soul, offering your toll of sadness to the rising moon….

Come to me, lover….....be my autumn’s redeemer,
and let me remind you of the paradise lost
back then, before we had become fallen…



Sky tattooed

all over with autumn’s scent,

tokens of numbness

spread along my heartbeats,

ashes growing wild

around what used to be my soul,

crows waiting for my dreams

to become their holy communion,

and beyond all this, me,

heading towards a one hundred years sleep,

after pricking my fingers in your thorny self…

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sun-kissed sands blessing

my footsteps for taking away their

loneliness, lock within their

dreams the memory of the death

of sea-waves…orphan algae taming

the maze of broken shells paving

the lacy shores offer themselves

as witnesses of my hopes,

while your name keeps lashing my soul…

how much sweeter can this pain get?

chaos embracing my seconds

whirls the grains of my dividing life

towards the empty skies…only to throw me

afterward into the moonlit incense smoke

rising inside the soul of your night…


…and then there was nothing…

autumn wrote its’ dust over

withering leaves, my heart just

laying there, among earth’s

whispers for forgotten warmth…

sunbeams, sacrificed for the

memories of now worthless

sounds, following the fate

of any other path lost

within ether, were caressing

the hidden shadow of forever

unborn words…

‘we’ are no more…

and ‘I’ have to learn now

how to walk alone…


‘dance for me tonight’, he whispered,

‘be the joy of my eyes in the mists of this night…’

his gaze burning with lust her footsteps,

she slowly walked in front of him,

chiming the coin belt covering her ivory hips

like a calling for earthly pleasures…

‘I’m here but to serve you…’, she answered,

fingertips barely touching the small tambourine…

and while her body submitted to the sounds,

painting in flowing movements the promises of her skills,

her soul bled all over the thought

that at the end of that night she was going to be

just another pair of eyes forgotten

in some corner of the harem’s seraglio…


Words,
flavored with your voice’s inflections,
float through ether
together with orphan shreds of dreams…

the sun rises crimson
against my need for night,
infecting me with fantasies
flowing through each pore of my being
and clinging on my soul like poison ivy…..

stars are fading
and for one more day
I harrow your name on paths of salt…

You,

who are tenderly hiding

within the ‘sectio aurea’ of my need for love,

making my soul fly beyond ultraviolet wishes,

brightening my dreams at night like the northern lights,

hear my calling cradled in the evening breeze,

let my thoughts find shelter in your heart

and allow my life to be the canvas of your love…

scribe your name on my lips,

so that they would forever bear on them

the seal of my heart-keeper…
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I think my muse has fallen ill

I've lost my inspiration

I sit alone and grasp my quill

In hopeless anticipation



I scribble lines that make no sense

Only to be erased

The air around me becomes intense

The words I choose, a waste



I cannot choose the words I write

The words, they must choose me

Without my muse my words aren't right

As anyone can see



How can I free my tortured soul,

Without my muse's hand?

The words I choose cannot console

They do not understand



I think my muse has fallen ill

My words have been betrayed

The poems I write I cannot feel

My thoughts have all decayed
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DeVINE KNIGHT thanks for your poetic skills.
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Her heart keeps throbbing

Muscles are weak

Eyes stare forward

Her lips try to speak

Body rolls off me

I still feel its heat

Sweat begins to cool

Head pounds in beat

Her skin is sticky

I start to relax

Eyelids close

She's reached climax

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I kiss the nectar of her body's tears
Licking the sweet ballad
Told by her constant parallel couplets
Of years that informs me
To take it easy
Slowly,
Allowing our bodies to
Recite an elegy to the death
Of her fear
That grants us the freedom to
Bypass the haiku
Relationship
Straight into
An endless free-verse
That possess
The humor of a limerick piece

--Focusing
On poetic metaphors
And similes
To describe her unforgettable
Beauty:

"Like the sun kissing
--The sky"

No, not good enough:

"Like Mother Nature - Wrapping
The earth against her bosom
Producing
--Day and night,"

Secretly addicted to her moonlight...

The rise of her molten core
Sending warmth to
The tip of a tongue
Flickering and desiring more
Poetic seduction
Waiting on..
A....
Volcanic eruption:
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Entering the moisture of her dreams
Slowly penetrating walls
Of hidden fantasies
Feeling
Her body cling
To the
Length of my
--Desire to please her incomplete stanzas
Of purity, she welcomes me
Into her world of poetry

Allowing two
To become one
One to
Create Three
Producing the infant of orgasm's
Legacy:

mizemotion:

She says.....

"A sting of pain,
As I welcome the pleasure
of his divine
-- Words....
Over and Over we,
Rehearse.

His sexual haiku's
inexplicably excite me,
I close my quatrain's
Around him.

Utilize the free verse,
To explain this combination.
How my poetry had yearned,
Cries out in exhilaration.

Two poets,
Locked together,
On the verge of ----
An ode,
For each other...
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ORGASM



This is what "she" told me it felt like......



"I closed my eyes-
felt the feeling wash over me
like the sea rushes to the shore
I drew closer and closer
and crashed on the beach
Spilled, but fulfilled
and a kaleidoscope of color
filled the night
the air was a rose garden
and everything was silent
not even a cricket could be heard
only my heart beating
rhythmic, shallow and labored
pounding like twin drums
and I touched lightning
felt the ripples of energy torturing my soul
and I knew that I was alive,

Vibrantly Alive!.....

Oh God YES !!!"

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Bitter dark coffee use to be one of my obsessions until I met her. She changed me, and my taste in coffee. Whenever I sees caramel colored coffee, I pine for her. Smelling and devouring her as the coffee glides down my throat.



I use to love strong, dark, bitter coffee. Use to, being the operative word. Now I'm a changed man. There is something decadent about mild coffee, with just a touch of cream.

Coffee, the colour of caramel, with just a whiff of chocolate, tasting as sweet on your tongue as a midnight dream. Coffee like the colour of her skin.

I sighs as I see her standing naked before me. Caramel chocolate from her toes to her head. Begging him to taste her sweetness. Inviting me to touch her smooth soft skin. Endless moments of rapture for my enjoyment only.

I cups her heavy delightful breasts and she moans as she bends backward a full half circle. Giving me a magnificent view of the contours of her chest. Excitedly I lower my tongue to her nipple. If she is this supple and limber, tonight will entail the most glorious sex I ever have had in my life!

I suck at her nipples deep into my mouth and she shivers, grabbing my arms for support. I slowly lower her onto the white satin sheets. Just admiring the dream she is portraying, caramel and cream! She lifts her head and those bedroom eyes darkens from ebony to black, pupils as huge as the windows of her soul.

She wants me. Pouty, glossed lips parts in anticipation and she spreads her legs ninety degrees to boths sides. Astonished, I watch as she thrusts her hips invitingly back and forth. Lowering one hand, she touches her clitoris and moans as she parts her labia to give him a better view. A brilliant view of velvety pink glistened lips. My head is spinning and I smell and taste the sweet nectar as my lips devour her offering.

Sweet, caramel coloured coffee, with just a whiff of chocolate, my favourite!
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In the throes of pleasure you bit into my heart

Tore away the boundaries that made me sane

And plunged me into the den of mania

I crave your touch so much

I bend over twice to bathe in the glory that surrounds you

All I need is to bury my head in your neck

To strangle my fingers through your hair

And pull your lips closer

All I need is to feast my eyes on your smile

Kiss your lower lip with exuberance

And sigh my heart with a breath

All I need is to love you as sweetly and innocently as I came

As wildly and thundering as the pounding in my chest

And as infinite as your being engraved in my spirit.

“Crown Of Life”

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Its better to be hated for what you are,than to be loved for what you're not.......(Kurt Cobain)
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You whisper into my ear
Sweet things that make me weak,
Then you look into my eyes
With your mysterious provocative gaze,
Causing you to touch my skin
To feel the burning of your flames,
Caressing me with a love that is real,
Then you kiss me...
As I feel your wet eager lips
Our hungry tongues indulging in their craving,
To feel the poison...
Of your blood boiling throughout your soul
Sending electrify emotions
Stimulating pure intoxication,
As your hands flows over me;
Touching every curve and every part of me...
It seems I move my legs apart automatically,
As you lift me on the mystical ride
While my body you know I will guide,
Just listen to our song
Making love all night long,
The flames of passion, desire and love
Is taking control over us,
You put your hands in my breast,
As I feel a sensation so exciting,
When you kiss my nipples with your eager lips
Every time you do that,
It gets more and more fulfilling
Let me feel those sensations,
As I feel you deep inside me
Feeling a rage so incredible to resist,
As all I want is to let go
Of all this love I have in store,
You got me twisting...
Soaking wet,
I feel you as you are pausing deep inside me
And then I feel you pull out and pull back in,
I moan from pure delight and ecstasy,
I get the shivers,
But...
Is from the fire lit inside my being
My body is slippery everywhere,
I scream...
Please, harder and harder,
I call out your name...
Crying out in anguished bliss
A slight sigh...
''A gasp for air''
This fire is so immense
So full of energy and heat,
Even water could not quench
This fire inside of me,
Cause your love...
Always will remain
Burning there endlessly,
Cause you make my erotic senses rise,
While you take me higher and higher
Than I have ever been
In the mystical ride of yours,
That I just can't get enough
Because without you and your love,
There would not be a hot sexual taste in me.

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