all of a sudden passion suddenly

[twelveoone]

Five months is the price
of admission to this park
of too many amusements,

Too much honey and milk
flowing too free, too easily
and far too many drunkards,

Nothing survives the wrong
people, but the truth is,
there are no right people.

The mystery is how things
are set into motion, how it
moves not when fingers lift,

But by following the flow,
the potential created by
magnetism of many minds,

It's perspective, all that
I have, all that I cannot
share, you cannot peek

You'll never understand
because I can't explain
what I see, but maybe

Maybe it's all right, you know?
Yeah, it's alright. Everything is right in the world.
Except

can this. it is a no thought:
Too much honey and milk
consider shortening the end
Yeah, it's alright. Yeh, everything is right.

 

[Tsotha]

can this. it is a no thought:
Too much honey and milk
consider shortening the end
Yeah, it's alright. Yeh, everything is right.

...

 

[Matryoshka]

Knotted yarn

Gently I tease another loop
from the length
a snarled tangle
mess

no one has taken the time to
unfurl your kinks
so you can be whole then
wound up properly

not this knotted mass
of confliction
that is twisted up on itself

I will take the time
to pull out all the stops
wether soft or with force
That bind you up

so you can be free

This is very enticing, especially to someone who has taught herself to knit a respectable things with said yarn.

 

[Matryoshka]

Fingertips itch to
trace lines and textures
Mouth waters at
such a feast
Teeth scrape across
lip in concentration
Tongue soothes
self-tortured lip
Nerve endings fine
tuned to every move
Bomb counts down
explosion imminent

Edited because, as usual 1201 makes great sense. . Though unsure on what to replace to and at with since the connect what is craved...have to think on this...

 

[twelveoone]

Fingertips itching to
trace lines and textures
Mouth watering at
such a feast
Teeth scraping across
lip in concentration
Tongue soothing
self-tortured lip
Nerve endings fine
tuned to every move
Bomb ticking
explosion imminent

be careful at line endings. i.e. think twice. One one hand to and at could be considered bad enjambment, one the other projective verse.
The other, anytime you suffix a word, it tends to weaken it. ning, ning ning rings.
Look writing is a pain in the ass - in bite me there is a riff on how it comes down to one letter. (Fuck Daddy G), do you think I post this shit just to be funny?

 

[Tsotha]

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[Tsotha]

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[Trixareforkids]

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[champagne1982]

this could get messy
now not in the way
honey and syrup
gets all sticky
and smeared across
your belly and stuck
in the hairs
that have become
denser with age
but in a mess of neurons
massing together entangled
and sending confusion
out to body and heart
it's been so long
since I've been here

infatuated with ideas
of heat penetrating
that block of slick
buttery pussy leaving
an ache deep inside
behind my belly button
and up where only cock
can reach with every
flex of ass and hip
in in in and stay
to throb as we lose
our minds for a short
while when everything
stops and your heart
has time to wonder
if this is love
or the pain of dying.

 

[champagne1982]

Umami

a shine of clear summer
brightens your lips
as if we turned on the season
with the flip of calendar page
from May to June a switch
that changes the light

just the tip of tongue
to flick across that shimmer
of sweet and I don't care
where it comes from
even though the peel
sits beside you on the tray

the juice has given me this
memory of summer navels
ready to be plucked
from low slung branches
tantalizingly close to sex

in the tropics, but here
just on the beach blanket
spread over mossy river
banks and grassy berms
along the shore and under
pines suspending seasons
beneath a hazy blue sky

 

[Remec]

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[Trixareforkids]

Removed

 

[todski28]

Sun burnt cracks
split, sap dries
timber twists

You seep in
stain on weathered wood
together reinvigorate
warm smooth
A layer from the elements
together we are
something more

 

[todski28]

shuffle step, hip shifts
shoulder torques
latissimus dorsi contracts
then expands explosive
elbow extends
arm straigtens
tendons tight fist clench
triceps flex
drive fury and intent

the silence in the scream
collision breaks
this tortured trek
from torso to target

flick the sweat that beads
as pace and breath I breath
the rhythm
the rhythm
the rhythm

as each strike
beat is measured
in perfect precision
each follows the path
of the last
it burns
acid, tastes of bile

my shadow laughs
free from the exertion
content to follow

 

[Trixareforkids]

Removed

 

[champagne1982]

Red Serge Sunset

To the mournful cries
of a comrade left
to walk alone in red
serge tide who march
behind the fallen
as the pipes wail
them forward to rest

a nation marks with flags
half mast and heads
bowed and teary eyes,
your passage to a page
in history when a troubled
soul and damaged mind
wrote the elegy on marker
stones. Now thus bereaved

your country draws
a shaky breath in sad
farewell and a canine
partner whimpers
a last goodbye.​

 

[Trixareforkids]

Removed

 

[todski28]

Shy little smile
Glance through lashes
Swirl of stranded ice
Time honored game
Played for the thrill
Of the chase and
The happy exhaustion
At the finish line

You say you play for the thrill
but with all the assets you have
the game is rigged
like pokie machines
that reel and spin a dizzy twirl
of flashing lights and colours

the ice isn't stranded
but strategically placed
to help with the heat
at the start of the race

 

[todski28]

Sign Language

It was in the quiet that
I could hear the words
He couldn't bring himself
To say. With eyes,
Hands, lips, tongue and
Manhood, he spoke volumes
That he could not voice.

There was a poetry in his
Touch. The way he would
Nuzzle me from behind. Slow
Shaky breath falling into the
Valley of collar bone while lips
And tongue wrote odes to
My neck and shoulders.

With his hands he tattooed
Sonnets down my sides
From pits to thighs and then
He'd diddle/doodle limericks
Telling/drawing dirty ditties
To part my lips in a smile of
Welcoming laughter.

Which would stop abruptly
When he changed to bittersweet
Prose of things lost and found
In damp dark caverns where
Sleeping beasts would soon
Awaken and shaking off their
Slumber emerge to feast.

It was the sound of you that silenced
me
those oh, those groans
the fuck me, the I'm gonna cum
is all I need to hear
as if you riff the words from fingertips
to synapses

I whispered in the silence
because your screams.
speak more than I need to
why would I interrupt
such rapture
those brief stints
when all that matters
is what you translate
from the tales traced
paced out

the twists
that traverse the valleys
as my words bend you to my will
and you spill out a barrage
of sounds
that would make a rainforsest blush

 

[Trixareforkids]

Removed

 

[todski28]

You draw me out from my darkened
Cave where I am nearly blinded by
The stars in my eyes and deafened
By the call of the wild things hidden
In plain sight
I call out
In a voice I cannot hear coming from
Throat parched for too long, denied
The salty tang of tears, sweat, life's
Half-life. Falling on weakened knees
Reaching out
For purchase
My hands find you, hands entangle in
Hair both long and short, heads bow
In supplication, prayers are answered
In lips meeting strained skin

Blind is only a state of mind
let me lead you through
this phase of adjustment
let me slake your thirst
to create a hunger
for existence beyond half
let me be your strength
a rock to cling so you may stand
a view the beauty that blind has
suppressed

the strain is that I may let you go
so I cling tight enough to hold you steady
with enough freedom so you may breathe.

 

[Trixareforkids]

Removed

 

[todski28]

There is something to be said
about views at the summit
twin peaks capped with
a tipple of snow,
the way the roads curve
the horizon is close enough
that you want to impale an easel
into the ground and with tender strokes
brush a sense of the epic climax
witnessed through hazy vision
if only I could draw
conclusions without my body
shaking and my pulse pounding
in my wrists,
there are other peaks and valleys
to explore yet, so I let this linger
in my memory

of a time when we rode to the summit
reached the peak together

 

[todski28]

Fingertips itch to
trace lines and textures
Mouth waters at
such a feast
Teeth scrape across
lip in concentration
Tongue soothes
self-tortured lip
Nerve endings fine
tuned to every move
Bomb counts down
explosion imminent.

Not often do I trust enough to let go
no control slip into freefall
no stop or stall
arms splay wide
as you descend

tide floods in slowly
engulfs the shore
erodes the resistance of man
blind by bright burn of heat

with teeth, tongue and cheek
you explore the terrain that
weathered work has worn
trace scars that dot, line and run
gentle as if they still pain

biceps flex and triceps twitch
found a place that hit a spot
don't stop keep following
the trail down trickle over me
awash in sensation stretched tense
pent up build of slow time

consume me in your arousal
crest me in that wave
as the oceans tide
destroys me

 

[Trixareforkids]

Removed