Ts Poetry Poet Romanticism

Within My Mind

deprivation of oxygen
cutting off air
to the throat

mourning the mornings
the lack of touch
the killing of me
catastrophically denying
unsanctified flesh

I crave holistic, long lost, moments
striated muscles
bulging in and out
the night

used and abused
a lest often trick
biting off more than one can chew
doused with Cointreau
 
sucking upon your bitlong
oh so so long

ahhh
the memories
fading with the days
weekends in captivity

I crave the lasting touch
of your body
savoured
silently singing inside 
my mind

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Maureen McGreavy Pigeon Tart May 8, 2020 at 7:42 PM Sultry memories and sleepless night sweats. Sweet ink. Ts Poetry May 9, 2020 at 5:10 AM Thanks momo

Lady Labyrinth May 8, 2020 at 5:14 PM The Other Side Lady Labyrinth May 8, 2020 at 5:14 PM https://youtu.be/WD_LfM6OdOU

Lady Labyrinth May 8, 2020 at 4:39 PM Suddenly I'm rather thirsty, for Life. COTD /scewered by a Peach. Ts Poetry May 8, 2020 at 5:54 PM That's quite the honour...very kind observation, masks down xx Lady Labyrinth May 8, 2020 at 4:45 PM https://www.cointreau.com/au/en/cocktails/frankly-my-dear Lady Labyrinth May 8, 2020 at 4:45 PM https://www.cointreau.com/au/en/cocktails/luxe-margarita Lady Labyrinth May 8, 2020 at 4:44 PM Here's to you Schveetart...to avoid oxygen deprivation and the ability to get your chops around it, I thoroughly recommend removing the mask. x