I ache for him to
probe my receptive body
gently with his tongue.
by snail
maybe you'll hold hands
get face close//breathy lip touch
enjoy a nice whisper
by heavy petting
My mind whirls with thoughts
of prolonged skin contact with
someone who loves me.
by snail
excited for you
it could go well.. could go bad
how shall you dare smell?
by good luck
I'm excited now
to finally meet the one
I flirt with online.
by snail
Sleep alone tonight
Just like every other
I hate the whole world.
by nombre
The question is wrong
My time stands still when i dance
I dance all this week
by Dreams and actuality
The question is wrong
My time stands still when i dance
e stands still when I dance
I dance all this week
by Dreams and actuality
interest aroused
finely something so just right
finally..to bed
by sweetsweetsweetsweetsweet
sleeping tight tonight
the cow jumped over the moon
what time is it there?
by rollercoaster
coffee-stained flowcharts
strings of codes populate screens
mind strays on surf foam
by vince
Plucked strings and wave spray,
wet sand between naked toes,
light moves on water.
by snail
i'm tied by no knot
but there are ties i know not
held by homonyms
by ash
knotted up so tight
spaghetti is on my fork
i CAN swallow it
by down she goes
A fork in the road
No knot can untie itself
Follow the footprints
by rollercoaster
the road to nowhere
that metaphorical life
littered with false signs
by ash
with nowhere to go
all signs have been run over
the detours suck too
by jwalker
cigarette in hand
thoughts escape in veils of smoke
where words would have been
by vince
You want too little
If you hurry we'll be late
Distances will shrink
by rollercoaster
I will wear short sleeves
on purpose so our arms touch
while we are dancing.
by snail is contact starved
YouTube video,
his folks called me sweet but still
said he couldn't come.
by snail may never meet him
Just how does that work?
I'm touchy feely person
Long distance can't work
by Dreams and actuality
My escapism
Attending Tango Mango
Week of Tango bliss
by William Nippress
mixed up thrill mystique
crazy aspiration crush
my own weird science
by a little of this a little of that
When push comes to shove
Desire rules the senses
Cyber space will do
by rollercoaster
true blood of life love
desire, lust and frenzy
her informal stash
by agony
Although salt tastes good
Nothing can withstand the tide
Push my way upstream
by Dreams and actuality
salt water river
sensing the complexities
imagine the thrill
by rollercoaster
An idealistic
ethereal relationship?
Real life cannot match!
by William Nippress of Dreams and actuality
Passionate as hell
Keeping a tender distance
Always in control
by rollercoaster
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by 222 of 222
I want to announce
valentine's day real swell.
I needed today
by Anonymous Poet
Symmetrical touch
William you sense the real thing
Proportions in reach
by rollercoaster
Thanks for the offer
Hand in hand rollercoaster
It's a nice gesture
I assume it was for me or was it metaphor?
by William Nippress
I thought where's Lush gone?
But I see he's back, relaxed!
Not at all "uptight"!
by Missed you of But not in this mood!
short of some magic
matter is conserved, and thrust
absent will or chance
by Lush
all that is egress
'twas once a la mode ingress
re: laws of matter
by Lush
the shite that doth reel
from these shite reeling fingers
'tis fertilizer
by Lush
what syndrome defines
or circumscribes mine lather
necessary voice
by Lush
inside own asshole
asperger's or OCD
no excuse, a launch
by Lush
You wanted to know
If you don't like the answer
Don't ask the question
by Name withheld
These oh so thin walls
Sounds of love making next door
Lonely hotel bed
by Name withheld
lie and lying still
nights in endless double beds
vast empty ceilings
by vince
past, present, future
the tea leaves hold the answer
your hand in my hand
by rollercoaster
why not? Your response
is not poetry either
by your reckoning
by nombre
Our destiny? Life?
Only we hold our future
In our empty hand
by William Nippress of Now. Thats profound poetry
Well at least it is
Five seven five in three lines
But poetry? No!
by Name withheld
five beats in this line
seven beats in this line here
is this poetry?
by nombre
Please leave the fan on
You are now used to the smell
But others won't be
by chicagosparky
Resumes galore.
Staggering unemployment.
Handjob for ten bucks!
by - mj of los angeles, ca
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