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- Quirk ethic at allpoetry
Floral edge burns loving eyes: smiling wit for open skies. - Generations at allpoetry
Today; early morning light hits - Distance at allpoetry
. - Smoke easy; at allpoetry
. - City stop bombshell at allpoetry
Summer hot cement singed chequered legs - Miss Reality at allpoetry
She splits the past And fathoms the future – - Hour Glass at allpoetry
Her hips draw my fingertips along curves which fit and filter - Mettle Boy at allpoetry
She said "peddle to the mettle" wicking screens with soap; - reserved at allpoetry
the spots were dwindling, and I should have this done in the quarter hour - Dicotyledon (thrice revised) at allpoetry
Sticky nectar lay within carnal drops, born seedlings through Apis Mellifera, - Sunshine (revised) at allpoetry
He burnt my lips like fireflies on the summer hot cement, - reserved at allpoetry
coming soon - Friday; febuary fifteenth at allpoetry
I'm so scared my Valentine, of being left behind; - Caffeinated at allpoetry
// - Giving In at allpoetry
Giving into him, giving in to them.
I was initially inspired by the quote, then the title. - Dicotyledon (twice revised) at allpoetry
Sticky nectar lay inside carnal drops, sighs pumping through Apis Mellifera, - If only; at allpoetry
I'd doted - Dicotyledon (revised) at allpoetry
Her eyes shone plastic hearts’ tin reflections, rosas tightly curled around a stomach, - Reserved at allpoetry
The poem won't be long, I just realised there was only half an hour left. - Dicotyledon at allpoetry
Eyes shone with plastic hearts and tin reflections as a rose curled seamlessly around her stomach, - Come Hither at allpoetry
A corner creased; eyes flickered - Perspective at allpoetry
The purpose of a photo should not be to depict what we looked like, but who we were, and what we've done. - Passion at allpoetry
The nights burn with an appetite for your touch - Indifference at allpoetry
Where she walks the air’s so chilled blue veins bleed from her finger tips - Third Degree at allpoetry
Pen to paper; she even loved him in the third person. - Eyes Closed at allpoetry
You consume my thoughts; with biting lips and rougher hands - Eskimo at allpoetry
. - Thursday at allpoetry
I don't know - this is what happens to be on my mind. I'll probably come back to this in a little while. - reserved at allpoetry
pour moi - Reserved at allpoetry
to be posted well within twenty-four hours - Necklace at allpoetry
. - Smiles. at allpoetry
. - Kapooka [untitled] at allpoetry
I wrote this in a flash after reading the prompt, how-ever plan on returning to it some more in the morning. - [ When your lips move to tease my mouth ] at allpoetry
When your lips move to tease my mouth - Grass Theory at allpoetry
The enemy is always meaner on the other side.
