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sexxmagick74

A TALE OF TWO SHADOWS 11/27/2015

Into The Sweetest Depths Of Blissful Passion...
Flesh Upon Flesh, Deeply Embraced...
Kisses So Hard, Yet In Perfect Fashion...
As Soft Touches Caress Each Other's Space...

Entwined In A Perfect, Harmonious Dance...
Overflowing With Energy, Such Vigorous Delight...
Minds Are As One, Sharing Deep Emotion...
Fulfilling Every Whim Of The Greatest High...

The Rhythm Of Flesh, Burns Deeper In Desire...
Ever So Higher, Igniting Their Fire...
Yearning To Touch The Heart In It's Fold...
To Bind True Passion Of Two Intimate Souls...

The Candle Burns In A Magickal Stance...
Engulfed In Dark Love Of, Of A Lustful Trance...
Intense Pleasure Unbound, And In Every Way...
Calling Out In The Night For Two Shadows At Play...

Bathing In Sweat, As The Shadows, They Dance...
Inviting Each Other Within Every Glance...
Long Moments Lay Endless, Moans In It's Wake...
With Ecstasy So Boundless, Is It Love That They Make???

For, Once Upon A Mystical Night...
The Magick Was Found, Dwelling In Time...
Within Their Arms, The Energy Now Fades...
And At Dawn They Slumber, At The Birth Of A New Day...

(to b continued...)
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Posted: Dec 2015
About this poem:
I believe this piece may be one of my best ones of 2015. Its about Deep Intimacy...

It goes along the lines of another posted up
sometime ago. LOCKED IN MORTAL EMBRACE. Hope u enjoy it. Cos it was a good write. Its not yet on any of my albums of mine. But it lives up to my writing styles in the truest sense...

SINCERELY YOURS - BOBBY
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poettarek

Why can’t you be yourself?

Can you accept the fact?

To be yourself and attempt not to act

To impress a member of the opposite gender

By being romantic and tender

Can’t you see that soon the truth will become clear?

How will you explain your lies my dear?

You may attempt to justify your pretentious actions

Stating that lies sometimes give your target some satisfaction

You say that you don’t wish to hurt their feeling

By giving them the impression to you they are appealing

Why can’t you be proud of who you are

Lies will never take you far

Please, accept my sincere apology for being frank

One day, you may wish to find me to thank
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Posted: Oct 2015
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psygnar

River

Show me a sign of troubles in your heart. Spare me your lies and tell me that you're mine. Made me a slave to the secrets of your silence. But you told me to stay. And you told me you're mine. And our bodies float on the river to the oceans of demise. In light of all things to come, why do you despair? Because when you have no one, no one would care. So don't care. And all things will come undone. There is nothing to share. I'll be waiting for no one. And no one is there to care. Can't see, can't feel. You run, I long. I wait, he comes. Takes you away. In the embers of summer. All things must die. There's a passage of fire ahead. Fire on the other side. There comes a time when the river runs dry. Winter comes and we sacrifice. Our lives.
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Posted: Aug 2015
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Macduff5

Blind Date

A young playboy had a blind date,
They went to Fun Park he thought was great,
They rode on the Ferris wheel which he adored,
But his blind date seemed somewhat bored.

“What would you like to do next?” he softly bade,
She said coyly, “I wanna be weighed,”
So he took her to a large weighing machine,
Where she proved herself to be trim and lean.

After that he bought her popcorn and cotton candy,
He was hoping such indulgence might get her randy,
“What now?” he asked with seduction in his head,
“I wanna be weighed,” she instinctively said.

He thought her a simpleton and his mind began to roam,
He needed an excuse to take the girl home,
He was quite experienced at playing the fake,
So he told the girl that he had a headache.

The girl’s mother was surprised she was home so soon,
It was still only early with no rise of the moon,
“How was your date dear?” she asked quite mousy,
To which the girl answered, “It was wousy!”

Embedded image from another site
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Posted: Jul 2015
About this poem:
An oldie and a goldie.
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AndyPeters1993

Nevermind

Nevermind I will be heartless.
Nevermind I will be lifeless.
You're dead to me, dead as could be. Six feet under, lost forever. Unmarked tombstone, leave me alone. Your open grave, no soul was saved. This voice I hear, it's all but clear. Pitiful eyes, nothing but lies.
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Posted: Jul 2015
About this poem:
When you got to cut ties, with someone who is only hurting you.
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Macduff5

No Title

The rain it whispers in my ears,
Of beauty and of tears,
So full of danger and of life,
It pounds the earth,
It creates such strife.
The squirrel’s granary is done,
Those days of sorrow and of fun,
And now the chills of winter must abate,
Amid the stars, the warming grate.
You speak to me of forbidden love,
The work of days and calloused hands,
That sits inside that sacred glove,
And remind me of those other lands.
Sleep well all those I have ever cared,
I tried so hard as raindrops glistened,
Those spots of time we together shared,
Believe me for I always listened.
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Posted: Jul 2015
About this poem:
I was reading through the poetry of Elo and it inspired me to write this. It's great that we can be inspired by other "poets."
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Macduff5

Strange Meetings

We came together like two lost souls,
Wracked with the baggage of years,
An attraction that sometimes consoles,
Loneliness and hidden tears.

So much in common but alas,
Personalities set in stone,
It was always a “what if” guess,
For the things we hadn’t shown.

How long… one could only speculate,
Attraction is a measured thing,
That it was there on our first date,
Is what makes the angels sing!

And I wonder if one can ever leave,
The past and its random meetings,
Those shreds that all of us weave,
In departures and in greetings.

And you know it will never be the same,
For lust is a different enchantment,
It played out like a compulsive game,
With fond moments of contentment.

And now it’s added to our baggage train,
We grow more wary and thin,
But I’m sure in life’s strange refrain,
We wait for another to begin.
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Posted: Jun 2015
About this poem:
The subject of this poem bears no resemblance to Wilfred Owen's prophetic poem set in WW1. I just thought of how, when you get to a certain age, your life seems to be punctuated by these "strange" meetings. And yet to quote another author, "we beat on, boats against the current."
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DilleyCandid

The People are Strange

People are strange, I dread to trust them.
they are so complicated
I cant understand. sometimes I would like, to go to another world......
aaaa ,people dont know how to respect the other one,I´m really tired watching those f*cking news,´ cause those are always the same, he killed to get a futile shit,oh....
people are strange, why did you do that stupid thing?
I dont trust in other being, only the ''buddy'' my dog loyal friend....
aaa people are so complicated,why do you judge him? I really cant understand
what is in your brain???
learn to respect everyone, try to be a better one....
People are strange, I cant understand....
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Posted: Jun 2015
About this poem:
people around, humans lives..
words that come from my mind
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aware3

Who You Are ?

You've ran the distance, but you're still in the race
You stayed strong and faced, what you had to face
You held on tight, what else could you do ?
Even when there was nothin' more, worth holdin' onto
Those ones that you once thought, surely knew you best
Are now the very ones, who have put you to the test
So how can they profess to know you, at your core ?
When they don't have a clue, of who you are !
And there's nothing else, that could ever matter more
Than them not even knowing, who you truly are !


You always thought, somehow you could change it all
You kept on standing firm, when you only wanted to fall
You just held on, for what else could you do ?
When all you ever wanted, was a strong arm holdin' you
Those same ones you thought, that surely knew you best
Are the very ones, who can't see, your soul too needs rest
When they don't even know you, at your core
How can they ever really know, just who you are ?
And what else, could ever possibly hurt you more ?
Then them not never, ever knowing, who you are...


Yes, you went the distance, you've came so far
But how can they ever know, just who you are ?
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Posted: Nov 2009
About this poem:
That age old question, that we all have asked. Does anyone really know, who we truly are ? Often not even, our own selves, or the ones that we often thought truly did !
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pjatheart

SOMEWHERE

Somewhere in a wild where hunter kills
A bird cries our for it's mate
The sun is setting behind the hills
And it's never been gone so late
Somewhere in the heavens an angel sings
And unless being sent by the Lord
He may not interfere in earthly things
And raise his bow or his sword
Somewhere in my heart tender longings yet
Still endure through the pain and stress
For a sweetheart I have not met
And the one I may not posess
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Posted: Apr 2015
About this poem:
Just rumbling.
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