Short Be Intimate Poems

I sculpted you
threw you into fire
pulled you out
let you cool off
and painted you black—the
color of night
so that I can
be intimate with you....

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No male with his woman should ever be
threatened in the least by yours truly.
I'm incapable of having a meaningful relationship with anybody,
whether that relationship be intimate or platonically.
I have major issues with intimacy....

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Fortunate is the one
     who reaches the climax
     in ecstasy  and 
     can absorb nourishment  
     from the Milk Way,
     powerful cosmic juice...
     The  one who reaches
     to be intimate of the stars
     in poetical colloquy...!...

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Don't be late
To be intimate


In fond eyes
Beauty and truth sigh


In love's heart
Lovers never part


In such times
Share your deeper chimes


In sure fate
Lovers are not late


In warm glow
You know how love shows


Don't be late
Love always cascades




Leon Enriquez
11 July 2017
Singapore...

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Valentine's Day, A day to cherish your loved ones.....

Your lovers, and your friends.....

For the lovers: It's a day to be intimate, and probably never leave the bed.....

For the friends: It's a day the cherish, and the be cherished.....

But remember the cherish both your friends and your lovers......

Because, if you're not friends, you can never be lovers........

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I wish we could be intimate 
Like how you be with your smartphone 
Be the first thing you check when you wake 
Be the urge that makes you check on me every moment 
Be that first expected morning text
Be firm at your grasp and teased by your  fingers
And respond to your thumbing 
The feeling that shakes, vibrates and turns me on 
I wish we could be intimate like how you be with your smartphone...

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And one morning 
	at breakfast with her
	we started
	an unbelievable dream,
	shining and swelling 
	with a need to be intimate
	in this all too human world,
	seeking out
	that sun-like light,
	that tasty center,
	that knowing.

        And she knew
        the language of that dream,
        spoken only in tongues,
        whose long words of the heart
        washed down on me
        like the last words on earth,
        like rippling music, 
        like gentle milk....

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