anonymous


body temperature gets high, —
he knows how to hold me there

in me, I’m screaming of pleasure, —
he knows what to whisper

generated like a systolic murmur, —
I am inside of his nerves

viaduct of love exhausts his body, —
never anonymous never overuse

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visual art, — Hold Me by Steve K

golden touch


fractal moments
fractal dreams
fractal emotions
paint the tableau
tender connected
at words, colors,
sounds, essences
of my every day
to offer at least
a petite fragment
composed from
the universe I am
the bioinspiration
asterisked to you
with golden touch

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visual art, — Diary of Discoveries by Vladimir Kush

Jaxson Gamble

time capsule


amid of their playground love
she’s abandoned herself unreservedly,
her sensuality spill passion

imprints of his lips shine on her smile
while his lungs, lustily, scan her venus
anointed in her absolute

beauty wears the name of his climax…
cryptic touches, delights, and suspires,
a bohemian time capsule in the wild

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Royal Deluxe

silhouette


your dream follow smoothly my perfume
and like a Nahema rose it climbs
on the shoulder of the andromeda galaxy

everywhere is sensed a mystic fragrance
united with the spectrum of a beastly wedding
amongst seraphic blue and tamed green…

is something hotly-balsamic, angelic, honey-like,
is something loved and innocently envied,
something that springs to stay in a sanctuary, —

is the finest myth in all mythological mythology,
is the ambergris, cassis, musk, and immortelle,
is the bohemian silhouette of yours into mine

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Chris Whitley