your fingers touch the poetry of my lips
bitten by rays of the sun

your eyes are listening to their murmurs
to decipher their mystery

your lungs sculpt in my air a timid kiss
in a story to shield me out of any trouble

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Tom Hillock

no promises

he takes down all my jewels, —

the breath of his soft lips, —
surrounds my neck,

chains of beads, gems of thrills,
orgasmic pearls, — his kisses

he rocks and rolls my demons, —
humanizing ’em

in his arms love take over me
with no promises just explosively

all his love, — my best outfit…
he’s mine, — I’m expensive 😉

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illegal fun

kilograms of hours
my longing weighs
is seen on my thighs
hankering to feel you
laying ’em in a split
to look in… to moan
loving what you see

kilograms of hours
stars sang my blues
invoking your scent
your sensual sound
gasping in my bedding
crazy charming nest
agonized by dreams

kilograms of hours
in waiting and hoping
with you in the past
with me in a future
hung there in illegal fun
between edge and lust
at just a touch away

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art by Emma Silk

Poetry in 13 (191)

his lips on my body, —
aleatory moves
of sensitive particles, —
revolution inside me