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Clinch Fist Pillow Cuddle

Machine gun heart riddled with shades of grey.
A mind once sharpened by your own forked tongue.
Lovers' lips part with rumbles of a cannon.
Dew licked satin sheets - the highway to carnal desire.

Silhouettes of freshly washed skin dance in the night.
Passion rising like the souls of the departed.

Where do you sleep after your thirst is quenched?
Where do you go when your high knows no bounds?

Unfiltered needs not being met;
A fire put out before the gasoline burns off.
Passionate nights followed by cool seduction.
A waterfall of your essence coating my tongue.

Decisions made in a moment of yearning.
Your lack of understanding - my constant battle.

Why can't you listen instead of just hear?
I will free my enslaved exuberance, 
since you can't be bothered.
Blow out the candle and climb into bed.
One of these days you'll get what you want.
And one of these days I'll learn that I won't.

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Tonight, Our Bodies Meet

In the stillness of a soft-lit room,  
where whispers dance like fireflies,  
our breaths entwine,  
the air thick with unspoken thrill,  
a tender hesitation lingers  
before skin meets skin,  
warmth igniting in quiet anticipation.

Fingers, fumbling yet eager,  
trace the curves of new terrain,  
a map yet to be explored,  
charted by timid hands,  
nervous laughter bubbling  
like wine between us,  
each sip a step deeper into the unknown.

Eyes meet—  
the world fades,  
a universe exists in that gaze,  
full of promise,  
where we dare to dive,  
into depths both exhilarating and uncharted,  
the pulse of heartbeats syncs,  
a rhythm of two emerging souls.

The rush of sensations pulls us closer,  
as if gravity itself has surrendered,  
lost in the sway of our bodies,  
each movement a declaration,  
a symphony composed  
in the language of sighs and gasps,  
the crescendo building,  
sweeping us away on waves of discovery.

Time dissolves,  
and we are sculptors of this moment,  
carving intimacy in the softest of whispers,  
embracing the blush of inexperience,  
the electric spark of skin on skin,  
a mosaic of unfiltered delight,  
a tapestry woven in daring trust.

With each breath drawn,  
we break barriers,  
the first time—a memory etched,  
etched with laughter and a shaky cadence,  
reminding us both  
that every beginning holds magic,  
and tonight,  
beneath the muted glow of moonlight,  
we are no longer just us,  
but the promise of every possibility unfolding.

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A Second Portion of What's Not There

A heart's silent scream,  
Yearning for the ghost of hope,  
Each dawn brings despair.  

Shadows weave around,  
Promises of what could be,  
Yet they fade like mist.  

Ripples on still lakes,  
Memories whisper my name,  
But never reply.  

Time's cruel embrace tight,  
Days stretch, heavy with loss,  
Each breath weighs a ton.  

Wish for stars to fall,  
To grant wishes left unmade,  
But they just burn bright.  

Hope's ember flickers,  
In the ashes of desire,  
Fates twisted and cruel.

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Alcatraz

In the quiet corners of her whispered fears,  
she carries a heart wrapped in shadows,  
trembling like the leaves outside,  
each gust a reminder of the storm within.  

Her laughter dances just out of reach,  
a melody sweet yet haunting,  
where the notes are soft,  
and her silences stretch like evening light,  
the sun retreating behind tall walls.  

She hides behind a veil of daydreams,  
fragile confidence like petals unbloomed,  
and when I mirror her gaze,  
I wonder if she sees the safe space I cast,  
a harbor in the tumult of her thoughts.  

But her skin, it shivers with secrets,  
the gentle curve of what she longs to share,  
her shadows waltzing with the light,  
each flicker a story untold,  
each sigh a gasp for freedom.  

I reach for her in the spaces between,  
where unspoken wishes linger,  
offering comfort in the softest tones,  
letting my silence echo her own.  

Yet still, she stands at the edge,  
watching the world unfold,  
a timid artist too afraid of the canvas,  
fearful that the colors of her truth  
might spill and blur and run away.  

So I wait, a patient breeze,  
for the day she dares to unfurl,  
to let her heart breathe in the open air,  
to find in me the courage  
to weave our souls like the threads of dawn.  

For love is not just the overt, bold claim,  
but the tender embrace of vulnerability,  
and in her quiet strength,  
I see the beauty of every inch she's yet to trust.

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Stone Cold and Heartbroken

In the quiet of my lonely room,  
Your laughter echoes, a distant tune,  
Time zones stretch, and miles divide,  
A love once close now feels like a sigh.  

Letters linger, words on the screen,  
Each message a hope, a flicker unseen,  
Days turn to shadows, weeks follow fast,  
Memories whisper of glories past.  

I trace the outlines of your face,  
A map of longing in every space,  
Night falls heavy, the stars feel far,  
Each one a promise, a lingering scar.  

Phone calls bring comfort, hearts intertwined,  
Yet silence breeds doubt, am I still aligned?  
Time shuffles onward, its cruel design,  
As we chase the clocks, your heart—half of mine.  

Yet in the silence, a truth I find,  
Love knows no longitude, nor ties that bind.  
Though distances stretch like an unending sea,  
In dreams, my darling, you’re still right here with me.

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A Bullet With Yesterday's Date

In sepia tones, the echoes twist and sway,
When shadows stalk the moments lost to time,
A spectral dance where ghosts of youth hold sway,
Their laughter mingles softly with my rhyme.

Each birthday brings the weight of fleeting light,
As innocence drifts gently into night;
The storms of change laugh cruelly from afar,
While memory rides the mist—a faded star.

Oh, how I miss the cradle songs once sung,
Now haunting whispers cling to heart and bone,
In dreams I walk through halls where laughter sprung,
Yet find a stranger gazing back—alone.

In chasing shadows, I must reckon fate:
Can love transcend? Or must we carry weight?

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Electric Summer Mist

In summer's heat, where vibrant blossoms sway,  
A storm awakens, darkened clouds align,  
The thunder whispers secrets of the day,  
While lightning's flash reveals the past's design.  

Beneath the tempest's wrath, my heart takes flight,  
To memories concealed in shadow's veil,  
Each droplet falls, a tear of lost delight,  
As winds recall the tales of love's travail.  

These fleeting moments dance on raindrop's breath,  
With every gust, the echoes rise amiss,  
A torrent born from joy, now tangled with death,  
In summer storms, I find what I can't miss.  

Yet in the chaos, beauty's grace remains,  
In every storm, the heart both breaks and gains.