I perceive her as fire, not too smokey
But glossed enough to burn my desire ,
This back street pleasure filling empty pathways
Isolated by moonless eve... guarded by egg shells :
Only the waves know this rapture,
Only the stars hear loud groans,moans...
Although this warmth or heat is rented,
My own misery or angst dissolves
As her skin waxes on mine ... slow
Then fast in restless grind of hours.
We take tingling drops of wine
Before sunlight gleams to rise over sheets
Now crumpled by lust, maybe an ounce of love--
She, draped in mannequin's thin wrap
Is delicate and tough with a heart unbidden :
How in this moment, her flaming eyes
Flirt with my demons... and yet her cunning mien
Restrains surrender of constant ardor--
And while I button her second-hand dress
Our next rendezvous is done, again--again
The comfort of my scourged loneliness,
Allayed by the harlot of my nights.
This house has been set ablaze; ashes rain like snow,
covering what has become my deathbed.
A weighted blanket of ruins lies heavy upon my chest.
Laboured breaths and the taste of soot coat the back of my throat,
stifling oxygen from reaching the whites of enervated eyes.
Blue-tinted lips incoherently whisper, flirting with my demons,
living in purgatorial gloaming
whilst my spirit hovers between diminishing light and shadows.
Reality blurs, amalgamating with hallucinations
where demons dance in a macabre ballet,
reenacting repressed sorrows,
torturing an undead heart to the brink of insanity.
With each twirl, each act, tales of desperation are etched onto flesh.
Riverlets of blood stain the sheets bright red,
as tourniquets are nowhere to be found.
There is no way to halt the flow;
emotional instability will be my bloodletting.
Every second ticks by a little quicker
until each heartbeat grows fainter.
A clenched jaw relents,
eyes roll backwards,
and a damaged soul is severed from its mortal coil,
yet its fate is left undetermined,
flailing in the in-between forevermore.
The songs I urge for,
hold the heaviness you breathe in to me,
How you paint poetic parallel pieces,
in a porcelain poison photography,
Place the gate of my fingers,
on your chaotic contradictions,
Let them explore vigorously
Beneath and beyond the boundaries of what could be,
In a room full of our piercingly powerful dreams,
Let us be the object to these unfinished tasks
taken to treat our new found ecstasy,
So choose us, between hell and earth.
and with fire, flirt with my demons
that profusely starve for you,
Bursting into our very own heaven ,
written from the tales of our souls,
Carve me, for I too have held wounds,
Hurt me , because you hurt too,
Shall we sing our pain
in an unstoppable sonata?
I see the beauty in the orchestra,
It’s untamable, yet leashed,
Irresistible, although weak,
You are a dangerous dare,
I could never share,
The addiction , your words
have brought on to me.
They see the scars and turn around,
and fear the winter in my chest.
The moment that my ghosts make sound,
they flee like all the rest.
But this is me - the blood and scar;
the quiet panic and midnight cry.
You can not love my brightest star
without the blackness of my sky.
So come and sit beside my open grave -
the griefs you have to dig to find.
I do not need one who can save;
just one who can love my mind.
Step past the signs upon the wall,
press your palm against what is dead;
If you love me, you would love me all,
and flirt with the demons in my head.
Seduce the wolves that hide my war,
and kiss the acid from my biting tongue.
If you should shrink from what's in my core,
then leave while our love is young.
Take the match and strike my bone,
and marry the ghosts that haunt the floor.
Love me until my madness is shown -
and still choose to love me more.
Flirt with my demons
We chase that which destroys us.
We know we shouldn't!
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Fingers in hair you flirt with flair,
Feel fine in fair romantic air,
Why then this sneer on face
And concealed suppressed stress?
What floats in soup’s her piece of hair.
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Epigram |02.07.2024| humour
Poet’s Note: A man loves flirting with his fingers in wife’s hair. Then when finds a piece of hair in his soup, gets annoyed. Based on a Hazal in Gujarati by Lalit Varma
As you guys probably have already noticed I like to talk about sax.Unfortunately as you might know in reality People hide their true desires as society still sees it as some sort of taboo and that is what led to creation of me.I share desires without being shamed or feeling embarrassed since there are no boundaries and guilt that is why I flirt and leave my bashfulness aside.Great sax happens when you let it occur naturally.Let's quit these mind games and do it in real!Raining cum on each other is bullshhitt isn't it??My People call me harami for being into sax stuff at a young age.Do you think that's a bad thing??I just Love how(DON SUPARI)thinks that he can cheat on me and get away with it.I know this game better than he does because I used to be a CAKE in the PAST and now I am pastry...Abad Ur Rehman...
flirt with me,
dear,
it has been so long.
release your sunshine,
let it stride,
for I'm alone.
touch on each,
feel free to take.
sunshine I had stored
since the last time.
one has glanced my way.
wanna live again.
feel the warmth.
stride your lips,
touch,
trace,
taste my body
with your tongue.
for love of me.
9/14/2020
i flirt as i gaze
your words transfix my thoughts
we breathe together
~
across space… time heals
loneliness… flirting with words
a poets privilege
~
to share the moon…
sat looking together
dreams permitting
~
i flirt in fun…
or do i wish for more
brain… stopped… joking
~
to flirt
with words…
alone
I am not horny
But I'm easily turned on
Flirt with me baby
Flirt with me. Flirt with me.
Can’t you see,
I want you to flirt with me?
Share with me an erotic fantasy.
Talk sexually and explicitly. Flirt with me.
Bat your eyes,
Lick your lips,
Secretly touch me with your fingertips.
Wink at me,
Bump into me,
Flash me some skin when nobody else can see.
Whisper sweet nothings in my ear,
Tell someone I’m sexy when I can overhear.
Flirt with me.
Verbally and physically, flirt with me.
I know
You know
How to use an innuendo,
Text me,
Email me,
Attach a picture with nudity.
In a crowd, get me all alone,
Be provocative on the phone.
Near your husband give me a subtle touch
That makes it impossible for me not to blush.
Flirt with me. Can’t you see I want you to flirt with me?
Save me from life’s banality,
Tell me things you want to do to me.
Even knowing it will never be,
I’d love to have you flirt with me.
Flirt with me.
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