Long Object of desire Poems

My, to be the last go round
last breath of a journey's dream 
to find in one each filling need
to picture them in every scene

Is it really possible to love so deep
so as to last while...

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Straight rows of soft chairs, larval eyes stare blank
Absorbed by glowing colors on the wall
Their jaws slack, fetid whiff, unwashed and dank
Arrested minds the blue screen does enthrall

Their horticulture, growing docile strains
Indulge the twisted whims...

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Incertitude
Who am I...?
Am I the first born son, emanating from a fire of passion?
Am I the long lost hope, rekindled, ravenous in the eyes of my forebears?
Am I the caressed cocoon, spun out of love...

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Had I never known the heat of sensual fire 
From a woman consumed with sexual need
Whose object of desire in the darkest hours 
For pleasure and gratification - was me 
I would never quite realize...

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I can’t walk out on this feeling, 
Cigarette burns phantom-project onto
The backs of my hands like leprosy, 
Hackles rise on the nape of my neck, 
Ghostly pliers wrench my fingernails out, 
Dripping protoplasm, blood and...

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The breaking seemed to happen so easily.
Childish giggles and a pretty new dress, 
There were the seemingly innocent tickling games!
Then came "This will be our little secret" accompanied by zipper sounds
Licking lollipops, "Special" alone times...
his...

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The breaking seemed to happen so easily.
Childish giggles, a new pretty dress, seemingly innocent tickling games!
Then came "This will be our little secret" accompanied by zipper sounds
Licking lollipops, "Special" alone times...
Darkness pulling at her panties,...

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The desires within me, the endless ones
Few fulfilled, few unfulfilled
Me, the uncontended, the unhappy 
Still filled with boundless ones.
Who am I? I ask myself
Am I the uncontended one?
Am I the insatiable one?
The love, the lust,...

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by Michaelw1two

 Intonate a spirited debate,
 explore the subtlety of doubt;
 compassionately seal one’s conjugation,
 inspire pairing’s deity;
 self-survivals issue mute,
 its sequella, each by chance deter;
 question quandary’s quenching quick,
 empyreal reality’s oddity.

 Convoke,...

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She saw those lips she wanted to kiss

Across the coffee shop

She heard the words and tone of voice

That she wanted spoken to her

She saw the body she craved to hold

And that as he craved to...

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viewing an object of desire
immersion in materiality
losing ourself therein
slave to the senses
lustful passions rising
our thirst keeps deepening
correspondent to indulgence
poised yet as an animated thought
heart awaiting actual fulfilment 
wherefrom we gradually shift
our attention into the void
smiling...

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The devil made desire to hurt women.
He made wars to lessen the number of men
the cellophane whores with the hole
in their hearts
strong, masculine arms to hold masculinity
counterfeit caring
arrows aimed at the softer targets
“who had nothing...

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Oh if I could be the moon
The object of desire
The pearl of the darkened night
That sparks a lovers fire

I'd shine with all my glory
And illuminate the way
Of strangers lost along the path
Just seeking light of...

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She's a down to earth angel, with a heavenly grace...
She has a big heart, that is full of space...
She is the chase that keeps you on pace...
She's more than you could ever want,
Because she's more...

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Joi is the word, created by God, to be heard,
To describe the perfect ingredients, that God stirred
Together To Get Her perfected, before he could stop
Perfecting her; Top to bottom and bottom to top.
The object of...

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The oldies blog
I know of a writer/poet who has dedicated
His blog to old age, being considerably older
then him, I think he is on the wrong track.
To write about a poet who couldn`t find his
Specs, his...

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Are you looking for someone to inspire?
Do you fancy being one’s object of desire?
Do you want to be the spark that sets my world on fire?
In other words, would you like to be my Muse?

There’s...

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