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Best Poems Written by Eelun Phetmoore

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And Along I Come and Sit Beside You

I sit in the darkness 
until it’s time to play 


not looking for trouble 
but it makes it’s way 


I lay the threads 
they crisscross 
and crosshatch 
they go this way and that 


I lay the threads 
so sticky 
I made them 
I think they are quite nice 


I lay the threads 
that draw you to me 
at first 
you find just one 
then two 
and then three 
when you find more 
you realize you can't move 
you're really quite stuck 
trapped you see 
but go ahead and struggle 
they'll just bind you further 
and alert you to me 


I’ll come see you 
and touch you 
then taste you 
but first we must play 


I spin you and spin you 
to make sure you’re held tight 
then tap you to see if you’re ripe 


I tell you all would have been fine 
but you had to come find me 
to see me 
to see what I do 
you see 
you forced me 
to do what I do 
now I do it to you. 


I feel you 
then smell you 
before I bite 
and when I do it 
it gives you a fright 
but not long after you think it feels right 


you no longer struggle 
because you feel good 
as I lick you 
and suck you 
I admit I enjoy it 
except how it turns out 


sweet bliss in your eyes 
we've shared our last moment 
then you’ll leave me forever 
the only thing left 
is your taste in my mouth

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Her Reflection In the Mirror

on a cold windy night
just after a bath

combing her wet hair
the color of sunset
thick to the small of her back

eyes of rose colored crystal
lips of a warm winters twilight
full and moist
loving the way they part just the tiniest bit

a perfect neck 
narrow and sleek
the indention at the collar  
with the faintest vein 
some would not like
what others see as imperfection
I see as endearing and unique

her full breast
the color of strawberry cream 
smooth like a whisper 
they sway as she breaths
her breathing makes hast

her nipples
they harden and stand
to the tune of her breath
her desire inside her
is knocking
coming to play

setting the brush aside
both hands glide down her waist
chill bumps appear

between her legs she teases
she gasps as she enters
spreading her thighs to get deeper 
she hurries her pace

it's been so long
and she's lonely
she needs this release

she usually doesn't do this
because of the guilt
so when she does it's because her heat burns
and can no longer wait

her orgasm is magnificent
the face she makes
one of sweet pain
her body trembles
riding the pleasure
the pleasure she hates

I wish I could speak
and ask about her day
I'd tell her I love her
that I will protect her
that everything will be okay

but I can't
I'm cursed
I can't speak a word
all I can do is watch her
and love her
as she looks at her reflection in the mirror
her reflection in me

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War Plane

on a dank cloudy day 
in the cockpit of my plane 
in the clouds I wait 
for the command 
to drop more bombs 
give our enemy their fate 

hours roll by 
the radio is quite 
no voices 
not even static 

something is amiss 
the gauges have stopped 

the sound is not right 
in fact there is no sound 
not at all 
no sound from the engine 
no explosions to be heard 

I take a close look 
the scenery is the same 
it hasn't changed 
but it's all wrong 

it’s sitting still like it’s been paused 
the bombs 
the explosions 
in the air they hang 
like a photograph 
along with the plane 

if we won't end the war 
than something else apparently will 
it did 

moments become years 
in the air I hang 
never starving 
never ageing 
never changing 
just thinking 

something stopped this war 
but gave it to us 
perpetually

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The Dead Spider and Bee

I saw a dead spider
trying to breath

even though it was too cold
a bee came to see

help me the dead spider began to plead

I can't said the bee intrigued
you'll catch me

I won't said the spider
you'll see
take these webs and bind me
please help me to breath

the bee took them and bound her legs
all eight real tight
so the dead spider couldn't catch the bee

kiss me
breath life into me
the spider did plead

unsure but free
the bee kissed the dead spider
to help her breath
for pretty was she

but the dead spider tricked him
instead of kissing
she ate the bee
not to breath but to feed
she was quite pleased
to be full as can be
and fooling the bee

the spider wasn't as clever
as she thought herself to be
not only did she eat the bee
but she ate his sting

now a dead spider for real was she
a lesson for all to see
no matter how pretty a spider may be
there's no guarantees
beware of fangs
and don't wait too late to sting

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A Stain On the Sheets

trees whisper your name in the wind 
shadows form your figure in the night dancing sublime
no matter where I turn it’s to you

tempting me with consuming lies
promising a feast of heartbreak
I cannot look away

my will grows wane
your charms a poisonous dish I ravish
touching me with fingers of bloodied silk

leading me down a glistening path
to my doom between your legs
killing me with each thrust

I hear a howl in the distance
and realize it’s my own
ignoring it I push harder

your creamy explosion triggers my own
destroying me till there’s nothing left but you
a stain on the sheets

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The Seam Unseamed

once on the swing I noticed a seam 
in the sky it wasn't a dream 
because it been seen it unseamed 
everything unraveled 
even the swing and me 
I'll miss that swing

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Oh Picasso

why Picasso
do you not visit me
the way you used to

you gave my brush a push
with your unseen hand
opened my eyes again

my brush no longer dances
it stands still
instead of paint
it’s dipped in glue

please come see me old friend
free my brush so I may speak through it again
I miss you Picasso