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Month: March 2020

Yours Forever

You have me, my love
I have you: my promise
Love envelopes like gloves
Share lives, like always
Stay two-in-one till the end
Be always, my sweetheart
Spring through winter, we’ll blend
Together glued, never become apart
Like breathing in and breathing out
Day in, day out, for you my hearts beats
My life, my everything: can’t live without
Should you not live, my heart to death, bleed
You are the one I had searched, life long
You are the one, a blessing sent to me
You are the meaning of love, I had longed
Living with you happily, all I wanted to be
My unconditional love: forever be.

by Paul Sebastian

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Love Tree

Branch, spread your love
To those who’d rest in your shade
Let kindness clothe you like glove
Comfort giver, you were made
Stand tall as you are love-tree
Visitors leave feeling rested and free

by Paul Sebastian

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Love Me While My Hands Tied
My mind is haunted as of this moment
I’m not insane but I’m getting weird feeling
Oh I’m loving the idea of you and me
Lie down with thought of insanity
Take off my dreams and put me in sweet nightmare
I won’t wake up till my heart is totally broken
Savor each moment while we found ourselves naked

Just keep on loving, keep me on loving
Love me while my hands tied
We can be bad, living the bad dreams
Love me while my hands tied
There is beginning, but there is no ending
Love me while my hands tied

My mind is disturbed in secret
I’m not insane but I’m getting weird feeling
Oh I’m dying to think of you and me
Breaking rules and love against odds
Take off my dreams and put me in sweet nightmare
I won’t wake up till my heart is totally broken
I love the moment when we see ourselves naked

Just keep on loving, keep me on loving
Love me while my hands tied
We can be bad, living the bad dreams
Love me while my hands tied
There is beginning, but there is no ending
Love me while my hands tied

by Lei Strauss

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Love Among The Ruin

They say it better to love and lost, than to not loved at all
But they are all wrong.
For I have loved among the ruin.

I have walked in the land of disposable compassion.
None renewable emotions.
Yes world and everyone.

I have loved among the ruin.
Where tenderness is lost art.
Forgiveness can not be found.
Yes world.

I have loved among the ruin.
Where the sun of faithfulness does not shine, and
the bad Moon of doubt is all way full.
I have loved among the ruin.

For I can fill no more.
Lost is the will to find companionship.
Gone is the ability to love and be happy..
They are wrong to say.

It is far better to have love and lost, than not loved at all.
For they have never ever.
Loved among the ruin.

by jackie compton

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The Wild Woman

The Wild Woman
She surfaced
Through the myriads of materialistic layers
Overpowering and taming the self
Ensconced in mores and traditions.
A butterfly in its beauty and naturalness
A life force, free, unhampered
A spirit of attunement
Leading to pathways strange
Hitherto submerged and hidden
Trusting your heart
Trusting the small guiding voice
Inside, wild, yet authentic
And true to self
Doing what gives joy-
Laughing, crying, dancing, howling,
Sniffing, growling, scratching, loving,
Running free, taking naps- the female soul
The source of the feminine, a luminous being
Sagacious, instinctual source of feminine survival.

by Latha Prem Sakhya

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Lost In A Sea Of Beauty

I want to be free,
Lost in a sea of beauty,
Fleeing life’s tragedy.

I have come to accept
That only through death
Will I ever escape the irony.

I will miss her,
Though I’m still unsure
Whether she’s a figment
Of my imagination.

If death means peace,
Maybe it’s meant to be.

by Ghost Legend

Model: Lila

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Standing Looking Upon The End

some would consider
this the end
instead of the opposite

polarizing
sentimental yearning
for the past
takes hold of all
once the sun
begins to dim

the waves washing ashore
bring with them
a tide of memories
put to sea
so long ago

flashes of familiarity

the sun rises
up
and
over
the horizon
time
non existant
as the ocean
stretches
forever
across
imagin ation
forgotten

by Kyle Schlicher

model: femmefinale.com

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Legendary Sirens Luring Sailors Onto Rocks

legendary
stories of sirens
luring sailors
to their deaths
on piercing rocks

consuming
their flesh brains
ancient adhellas
preying on men’s
adventurous lives

plying
dark compelling spells
alluring enchanting arts
apparently sly prostitutes
in red light Jakarta’s

inviting
fresh flesh markets
hospitality hostesses
hide trade secrets
hooking customers

enticing
hidden golden charms
implanted gold inserts
embedded golden flecks
beneath skin in their faces

witching
spells golden lures
of confidence flashes
plays customer’s pockets
as prizes crash upon lusts

rising
juicy stormy passions
testosterone mounting beasts
sensory emotive floods
time locked before reason returns

Copyright © Terence George Craddock
Written in September 2010 and April 2012 on the 17.9.2010 & 16.4.2012.

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Heart Shaped Rocks

Abandoned without provocation
My lover set the stage
I plead for vindication
Ever I missed a page
My eyes no longer reflect upon her face
Yet I must go on where X marks her place

Blood lust captured in bold
A hot twisted lovers knot
Beware the young and old
You’ve heard of Salems Lot
Everything you’ve ever been afraid of
Disguised as someone you trust and love

Lifeless souls repent
Ones measure in the traps laid and set
Violet shades of passion discontent
Eyes toward heaven with no regret
Salvation concequence of empty faith refrained
Undead and dying before the loss rejoice unashamed

by Edwin Baldwin

Model: femmefinale.com

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The Little Girl In Me

that little girl in me
still cries out for help
that same girl that would care for others
but hurt herself
she never felt love
only pain and abuse
people who claimed they love her only wanted to
use
that poor little girl
with a smile and heart of gold
she reached out for love and warmth
but only felt the cold
time and time again
she constantly wondered
‘why me’
she would cut herself in anger
only wanting to be
free
she’s still misunderstood
cause know one really knows
whenever i look in the mirror
i cry because the
little girl in me
still shows

by Nahjee’ Wes

Model: feemefinale.com

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