Elasticity Poems - Poems about Elasticity

One of my favorite qualities about love…when it comes to family would have to be the strength of its bond…and its elasticity. A family is constantly changing…much like our Mother Earth It changes with each death…it changes with each birth. It transforms a little every day as each day the Earth revolves… Always shifting, always changing…this is how a family...

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Someone asked "If you were god what would you do differently?" I knew instantly what I'd do. I'd make people stretchier so they could be short or tall as the mood strikes. Women could pull their vag*nas up over their heads when it rains, and guys could stretch their dicks over their shoulder, down their backs, insert...

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When guilt collides with my pleasure and pain is too hard to measure Escape is the elastic tether that accompanies my sensual physical bender Tock tick tock my emotional drop for a second hands feel time stop Flipping out as I body flop liking being on the bottom her bouncing on top surrounding my need with her hunger spot Brown eyes Black hair I love touching her everywhere...

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Capacity For Audacity and Elasticity We were trying to stretch the issue a bit and must admit so it will fit. Could be we came up with the capacity, To be able to adulate all of the audacity; When stretched, Was Far fetched; Evidently do encourage use of elasticity. Jim Horn...

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If you care for me As you claim you do Let me see If your feelings ring true In words and in spirit Deep enough to respect the elasticity and plasticity of the space I own which with respect you should treat Or else it’ll be a deja vu case In which words claim one reality While actions portray the opposite Notion which depicts frailty You...

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The Elasticity of Love. Truth. Lies, in-between, teeming mindscapes, arrhythmic heartscapes, wildly cacophonous soulscapes, all the while as truth slips through the cracks, on time's wrinkled face. How easy it is to sew the heart up, extinguishing the embers crackling in a soul, dousing the fires of yearning when memories bubble up. How hard to euthanise such fickle whispers, cremating unburnt passages...

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