Twice around the world he sped
pursuing madness, folly
Unrequited lover he
denied, his desperate volley
Once ignited, passions roused
flames obey no limits
Wildfires scorch the tender earth
unbridled desire's afterbirth
Low-effort is the mission
Low-effort's a decision
Low-effort ambition
Low-effort nutrition
Low-effort corruption
Low-effort seductions
Low-effort deductions
Low-effort assassins
Low-effort passion
Low-effort fashion
Low-effort obesity
Low-effort poetry
Low-effort parents
Low-effort presents
Low-effort president
Low-effort arrogance
Low-effort adolescents
Low-effort embarrassment
Low-effort communication
Low-effort conversations
Low-effort imaginations
Low-effort motivations
Low-effort deterriation
Low-effort information
Low-effort physicians
Low-effort inhibitions
Low-effort politicians
Low-effort inspiration
Low-effort education
Low-effort vacation
Low-effort nation
Low-effort voting
Low-effort tech
Low-effort sex
Low-eff
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A song for this:
Sexy to Someone by Clairo
act like you know (feat. Muni Long) [E]
Make me feel good
Make me a God
God in me
God is You
You are darkness
You are light
Light up the world
Light shines on rain
Rain creates floods
Rain creates
Creates food
Creates hope
Hope for water
Hope for mercy
Mercy on enemies
Mercy on our soul
Soul on ice
Soul poisoned
Poisoned blood
Poisoned mind
Mind controlled
Mind on freedom
Freedom doesn’t exist
Freedom is a daily struggle
Struggle for equality
Struggle for peace
Peace is colorful
Peace is wonderful
Wonderful gifts
Wonderful world
World of passion
World of crime
Crime of passion
Crime is wrong
Wrong directions
Wrong plan
Plan for safety
Plan for the future
Future blessings
Future prayers
Prayers for culture
Prayers for our children
Children in paradise
Children of the innocent
Innocent planet
Innocent life
Life needs purpose
Life needs support
Support
Purpose
There’s a fire that needs no flame,
A silent spark that calls your name,
A glance that lingers, hearts that race,
Two souls drawn closer into space.
The world grows quiet, time stands still,
As anticipation bends the will.
A whispered word, a trembling sigh,
A thousand feelings passing by.
It’s in the warmth of being near,
The kind of closeness that makes everything disappear.
No words are needed, none are planned,
Just the electricity of a gentle hand.
Passion isn't merely heat or desire,
It’s two hearts feeding the same fire.
It’s trust, connection, and letting go,
A language only two can know.
And then the heart gives way completely—
No walls remain, no distance between me.
For one breathtaking moment, nothing matters
But knowing you are here, and I am seen.
The noise of the world falls far away,
And every guarded feeling finds its place.
What began as a spark becomes something true—
A profound, trembling certainty of you.
And when the moment fades away,
Its echo lingers into day—
Not merely as a memory of the night,
But as a feeling that still carries light.
By Shawn Muñoz
I was in the mood
for a real page-turner.
My bibliophile friend
handed me a book of white-knuckle suspense.
"Read this! It's quite a doozy!," she promised.
And she wasn't lying....
I blew off many a phone call,
filed away my to-do lists,
prioritized book above all hobbies,
yadda yadda.....
I was surprised how fast I got to
the final chapter.
Alas, I didn't get to close the book.
Not yet anyway...
A surprise I never anticipated, you see.
Ugh, never have I
groaned so loudly in my life!
Jane knew I'd come to her
confused, demanding an explanation....
"Hey, is this your idea of a practical joke?", I asked.
She guffawed her "Yes,"
handing me
the last page she tore out.
Silly gal, best believe I'll get her back.....
With a pending pen, a pensive poet ponders
As he wonders when and where to wedge the next rhyme
To split the rhythm hidden from passerby eyes
Only heard then, by those willing to wander
Daydreaming bare day, with just a hint for misty skies
A hint is but a hint to the tint of a poets eyes
So many wonder why his eyes open amidst his slumbers
When the seemingly soothing rain gently knocks lullabies
Call his name once, you'd think he turned a blind eye
Call his name twice. Do forgive his ventured mind
Bear in mind, like most, he bares the best of tough love
That Mother Nature gives along with swift Father Time
Bare in mind, his mind will write his every struggle
So give him time, peace of mind, a piece of yours shall come
By the boldest boast of thunder post the tundra coast
With his oldest, mostly tattered, tightly tethered poems
Roams the pensive poet - tired - holding on Dear Hope
Such is where the pensive poet's mind would wander most
A raw and powerful chemistry woke
At the sight your glorious smile.
My heart began to fancy you, hoping for a touch.
How I imagined the rush of your touch
From a lover's best dream, I woke.
Befuddled was I, dreamy eyed with a smile.
All near me knew, betrayed by their smile
And few could resist a poke or a touch!
Prodded back to reality, I woke.
So I woke with a smile, and dreamed on for her touch.
She's magnificently lovely
She's like wine;so fine
Her love sweeter like the grapes from the vineyard
Her touch ignites and blazes up like an inferno
She's the mistress and master of affection
She's a doctor;stitches me up when am broken,Injects me with compassion when am depressed and puts me to bed on her bed of roses
She knits gowns of hope and leather jackets of passion
She knits armors of hope for the knights during combat
She chose me,I chose her
Together we'll walk out of the maze of bricks and thorns to the chamber of destiny.
I wanted to talk with you Jesus.
Found you in my heart.
I Love you Jesus.
Trusting you to return at the perfect time.
Lemon tea with Peace in my heart.
Under the stars till you Rapture us.
Waiting for Jesus my King to bring us home with him.
I had heard about the legend of her lips,
so, at the sight of vermillion moonlight,
shimmering on turquoise ripples at twilight,
my soul ventured, craving the sighs of her sips.
Fate led towards a path of wooden shutters,
amidst the silence, silken whispers enticed,
upon her vision, all speech was sacrificed.
My heart danced like velvet butterfly flutters.
Her lips resembled two petals yearning for rain,
with an innocent blush resting on their tips,
curved liked sacred, unwritten poetic scripts,
I surrendered my muse for her kiss to drain.
They seemed to tremble, waiting to be explored.
An unspoken allurement composed through her eyes,
where she veiled a threshold of nectarous cries,
like dawn, we merged as the moon and sun adored.
In neroli mist we melted like molten gold,
lost volcanic spirits spilling in lava lust.
Her wildfire swept my senses like a spiced gust,
as hummingbirds, hummed about secrets untold.
There was a sinful sweetness in her caress.
In her sanctum, I forgot the essence of 'me,'
as her taste turned a blank page into poetry.
A rendezvous, which ylang ink cannot confess.
tie me to your tongue
as you melt into me.
ever so softly, my sweet,
whisper my name as you linger
in my loving embrace;
feel the warmth of my breath on your face.
chest to chest, can you feel
my heartbeats against yours as we
surge through the pulse
of passion's flickering flame?
tie me to your tongue
as you melt into me.
come closer to me, i implore thee,
let's stay the night under the jealous moon.
as your hungry eyes meet mine,
let me taste heaven in your kiss.
yes, my beloved, kiss me to resurrect
a dormant desire that used to rage
like a hurricane. let our hearts
be carefree as twilight grows feet to run.
tie me to your tongue
as you melt into me.
Contest: The Numbers Game
Sponsor: Nette Onclaud
Date: 03.09.2026
I'll walk a hundred miles with thee for love
Ignite me with your passion
~ entwined souls never part ~
I feel as if I could see — is it shock?
The wind from the flying skirts hit my face.
Music starts getting louder; the walls rock.
Within all the people, I feel my trace.
Warm skin on mine, every touch feels like fire.
I'm standing high, like the moon over the room.
My dancing legs calling my blind eyes liar.
People keep looking at me while I bloom.
I don't need to see as long as I feel.
Why even try to cry if there's no eye?
Bodies tickling, spinning around like wheels.
I know for sure tonight won't break the heel.
It's a feeling through moves that never stop.
If your eyesight goes, you'll still see a lot.
Juan bought seats for the pickleball tourney
Sonia was glad to go on their journey
Juan showed her his paddle
She made it go ‘twaddle’
Sonia was pleased, said ~ 'Seems you prefer me'
The bow is taut, passion tight
Get a shot off! Get a shot off!
Where will the passion land?
A strategic misdirection
Waiting for sweet release
All possibilities in existence
A strategic misdirection
The essence of a passion tight
Before the shot goes off
A strategic misdirection
Watch your head! Mind your head!
Anticipated release
A strategic misdirection
Whilst the bow is taut
Get a shot off! Watch it fire!
Ready your art for war
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