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My lips quiver,
they're begging to taste you...
My eyes linger,
drinking you in.
I wet my lips,
just the thought
has me breathless...
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He simmers through vibrations of sound.
Tasty sweet mellow groove.
From head to toe I am carressed,
without touch,
not face to face...
Just eye..
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Upon the witches broom I fly...
No longer wishing.
No longer wanting a sparrow's cry.
The hawk swoops down to catch her prey.
On such a lovely, lo..
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Words do explode upon this poet's mind.
Bearing no rest,
no thought benign.
A malignant growth,
of rhythm and rhyme.
Plaquing.
Unrelenting.
Tho..
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Putrid flesh.
Rotting bones.
Sold to beggars,
as spearmint cones.
Taste buds numbed.
Starvation did deprive,
the hopeful bellies,
wretched and ..
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Stuck.
Unable to break free.
Not knowing.
What is truely haunting me?
My feet won't touch the ground.
My hands can't reach the sky.
Inside, ..
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On the verge of combustion!
Claustrophobia setting in.
A little man with a hammer,
pounds away at my brain.
Little by little I am going insane!
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A friend who revised my poem and made it a lyrical piece that brought on a beautifully smooth flow. I just had to share and give credit where credit i..
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A mind so warped,
it can not see.
The view of morals and honesty.
Blindfolded in their own miseries,
the drowning friend is left out at sea.
..
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My chaotic mind doth wander,
thoughts that swirl and exhaust.
Visions I can not quite grasp.
Thoughts incomplete.
Scattered to the winds of ch..
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