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Undress MeYou undress me with a single glance followed by
A solitary smile of upturned lips.
The kind of smile that shines from your eyes.
One that wrinkles your nose and underneath your eyes.
The fire dancing across the deepest of blue hues that ignites the passion inside.

You undress me by layers like peeling a banana or an orange.
Getting down to the nitty gritty of what makes me tick.
Like clock work I can see the desire etched across your face.

You undress me from head to toe without having me in your bed.
Stand at the bar naked in your eyes.
No need for intros, you're already fucking me in your mind.
Parched lips and hardening dick, br

Sweet TortureHow am I supposed to act normal when you hold me like that?
How am I supposed to control my breathing when every time I inhale I am assailed by the sweet scent of your hair?
How can I refrain from kissing your neck when my lips are but a centimetre away from it?
How can I hide it when my eyes betray my desire?
How do I keep my hands off your skin when only the thin fabric of your t-shirt is standing in my way?
How can I stop myself from pressing close to you when I can feel your thighs brushing against mine?
How will I stay quiet when my body throbs with need?
How do I keep my mouth closed when the words 'I love you' are trying so hard

Echoes of PassionBreathing is fading,
Skin is cooling,
A delicious scent,
Still fills the air

Eyes are unseeing,
Fingers unfeeling,
And yet you are still,
So very aware

Words, so quickly spoken,
And so softly broken,
Leave trails in moonlight,
That is no longer there

Tired mouths,
With tired lips,
Engage in kisses,
That lead nowhere

Passion is spent,
All that's left,
Are fiercely resounding,
Echoes

Sense them drift away

jlp December 10, 2009

FetishYour thirst for blood
won't end with a kiss.
But I won't stop you.
I won't hold you back.
Bite me,
and make me bleed.
Let it drip.
Tie me up and keep me here,
but I don't need it.
I won't run.
You keep me here.
Your touch.
Your voice.
Not these chains,
these handcuffs.
I want to taste you.
To know that you love me.
Bite me.
Drain me.
Stain your tongue.
I love it.
I love you.
I only want to be with you.
Weak,
bleeding,
in your arms.
Fall asleep in your arms.
Listening to your heartbeat.
Bound together,
forever.

a hundred heart beatshand full of hair, your skin on my teeth
nails down my back, a hundred heart beats

we've been here before
but still you fail to breathe, my eyes meeting yours

penetrating every thought
all attempts to speak
are all for not
though there's really no need

for we both know
this moment consumes what we are
every kiss, caress,
potentially a scar

left on our body's, hearts, and minds,
so much damage done in so little time.

till we both have no choice, but to lie in embrace
hearts racing skin bleeding on the pillow case

EROTIQUE DU VIDE - EROTICISM ON EMPTY(english version below)

Érotique du vide

Je t'ai vue, inconsolée
De nos paroles sous la pluie
Les fumées douces de tabac
Blond et les rebonds du vent
Froid de novembre
Ne pleure pas, rayon de lune,
Exhale ta tristesse en vapeur nicotine
Le sang te quitte aux joues
- Buvons du vin.

Frantz, 2011.

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Eroticism on empty

I saw you, disconsolate
For our words, in the rain
Sweet smoke of blonde tobacco, and
The bounces of the cold November wind.
Do not cry, moonbeam,
Exhale your sadness in
Sweet nicotine vapors.
The blood leaves your cheeks
- Let us dr

EroticI would draw every drop of lust
From the depths of your soul
Your back arched in ecstasy
Your body aching for my barest touch
How could I possibly be so cold
And deny you the pleasure you crave so much?

big belly amyOne day, Amy Rose was walking along the beach in her new green bikini when she came along a bottle left in the sand. Amy picked it up, and saw that the lable said: "Belly Inflation Pills". Amy thought that it was just a joke someone was playing, then noticed that there were pills inside the bottle. Amy decided to try one of the pills for a laugh, and swallowed one right there. Amy felt a tingling sensation around her bellybutton, looked down, and saw that her belly had gone from flat to looking like she was 3 months pregnant. Amy was surprised that not only had the pill worked, but that she liked having a big belly. Just then, Rouge the

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Xigba_stabbity02: . . .enjoy yourself, pedo?
hot_head008: ohhh yeeeaaahhh…
Xigba_stabbity02: horny bastard -_-
hot_head008: and proud of it! ;P

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mulletman9: is it over ><
hot_head008: yep
Xigba_stabbity02: uh huh…
mulletman9: oh ghud. Idk how many times I had to get the images out of my head! >.<
hot_head008: you are so immature…

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mulletman9: omg…puppy?!
0o_luna-tic_o0: -x-
Xigba_stabbity02: oh god, it is you! I never thought you would actually use this!
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If I were to paint myself I'd pick up a brush
and dip it in yellow
drawing wide broad scratchy lines across a navy sky
a shooting star in flames
a trail of magic dust
a glimmery shining star
matted hair, vacant stare
a lie, a truth, or maybe a dare
peering out from the darkness
hiding in the shadows
chanting a silent song
tracing my fingers along
The melody of little birds
whispering in the air
a dip, a drip, a splatter,
a Jackson Pollock shattered

Reactionary Thoughtsherein lies my rebellious nature
my inability to conform
this is my reaction
to all that was placed before me
in a bloody busted silver tray
It's what causes me to act
with the physicality of my body
though it's no match
for the capacity of my mind
nevermind the soul.....

these are my thoughts which are relentless
pouring out in waves
in puffs of smoke around me
taking amorphous shapes
then dissolving
into quiet solitary nights

these are my eyes, my ears, my hands
they are conductive, two-ways
absorbing and all absolving in its rebellion
taking in, regurgitating
spitting out

symbioticCall it complementary
or is it symbiotic?
this parasitic co-dependency we share
that holds us glued/stuck together

I've always had an addictive nature
binging and clinging onto anything that numbs
Your affection, though sincere,
Masked the demons and the maggots
hiding below the surface of this scarred skin
that still resurface through my pores
every now and then

You,so arrogant, so secure
poetic and tortured
yet so free of emotions
you must've found a pet project in me
it seems

how perfectly we complement each other
you & I

Under Flourescent Tinted LightI am
a facade, a fake, a lie
pretending to be
supersmooth, confident, cool
but cool is a mask
to a monster
green eyed and pasty skinned
under flourescent tinted light
hissing obsenities through
plaque and tartar filled fangs
black thin tongue spits lies
and spritzes poison saliva

I lie to myself
all the time
about who
I am

i want to navigate...sometimes I want to be
the other half of you
& you of me
but we are two different worlds
you & i
each inside of us
inside our heads
&
I can not
make you
complete
let me inside of you, I beg
let me navigate & cut
through the thick
dark forests of fear
swimming within the oceans
of your secret thoughts
exploring that eternal space
inside your head.
at the least,
let me intertwine
your fingers into mine
& i will touch
your face with my hands
i will expore
navigate
& in time devour
every inch of you

Gingerbread WallsThis is my home, this house
from room to room I roam
running my fingers along
cool, whitewashed walls
tracing the texture
like sandpaper
cold, grainy, malleable
i push my fingers in
and then pull them out
sticky, wet, and sweet
these walls are soft like dough
breathing
pulsating life of their own
cradling me like a child
this is my home my castle
these walls of gingerbread

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by ~roxyblu, Jan 2, 2006, 10:58:25 PM
Literature / Poetry / Romantic / Erotic / Urban & Spoken Word

Only you can pull
that full guttural sound
out from my lungs
with just one touch

You play me
like a tambourine
making a song out of me

Like A Tambourineby ~roxyblu

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~NovembreChuchote Jan 6, 2006 Hobbyist General Artist

nice inuendo! XD very well written; i love all the short 'gutteral' words... hell, i love the word 'gutteral'!

but seriously, the tambourine thing makes me giggle a bit and jumpstarts my imagination, cos there are several different ways it can be taken - my favorite of which being what's running through my head: yeah, everyone could do with a good baning... -sigh-

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Short and Sweet and to The point

Very nice Job

Keep It up

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