Cjsmom
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CATEGORY
romance
Two hearts,
beating in sync.
Two bodies,
moving to one beat.
Deep breaths,
belting moans of harmony.
Four hands,
touching and teasing.
Two mouths,
exploring intensely.
Twenty fingers,
each doing its own thing.
Twenty toes,
curling and stretching.
Beads of sweat,
dripping.
Hot flesh,
slipping.
Hold on to me.
Let's go to infinity.
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COMMENTS
Fonz52 says: You did it again, great visualization |
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Cjsmom says: Thanks Fonz. I'm a very visual person. |
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Poetiq1der says: Peace and God's Blessings to you and yours....Fabulous!!!! |
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Cjsmom says: Good morning Poetiq1der! Thank you for reading my work! Enjoy your day. |
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mrmelody7 says: Infinity many never thought |
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LP45 says: Nice flow cjsmom. An enjoyable read. Thanks for sharing. |
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love_supreme says: Excellent write. Loved it. |
OTHER POEMS WRITTEN BY Cjsmom
Debo’s Rose (Discovery)The distance to love is short, but forgetting is a wandering expedition of wretched despair. My heart searches in the distance, With pursed lips and wide eyes blinded by a glare, I call out, “Are you there?” I love him, and sometimes he loves me too. I love him, so I have to pursue, “until I’ve found you.” Wading through the fire like Chaka Khan. Oblivious that I’m tracking a chakra’s con. Something to do, someone to love, Something to look forward to… I am compelled to continue. Running, stumbling, losing track of time. Chasing a perfect imperfection. God’s divine design. Alas, I SEE you, a measure of a man. Holding your own bleeding heart in your hands. So I give you mine… What a pleasurable stellar endeavor. However, I’m breaking as I bind your pieces back together. Yet, I a...  |
Debo's Rose (Curiousity)Ferociously and thought provokingly, |
InfinityTwo hearts,
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Love's SimplicityLove isn't complicated, people are. It is a simple action that can be shown in many ways. The most simple action is to be. BE LOVE....DO LOVE....LIVE LOVE. The most powerful words are often the ones not spoken. Read between the lines and you'll find them in this piece.... I will set myself on fire, just to keep you warm. I will be your lighthouse, and guide you through the storm. Let my heart embrace you, and it will be your home. Fall deep into the depths of love, and you'll never be alone. |
I'm a Poet, Not a ThugLet me take you on a journey I know you're sure to love. Just sit back and relax baby, I'm a poet, not a thug. Open your mind to these lyrical crimes Ringing live down your spine like a dope boy's trap line. Piercing your insides like bullets from a glock 9. Take all of me in, I don't mind doing time. Let these words inject you. Take you higher than any drug. Just sit back and relax baby, I'm a poet, not a thug. My underground ghetto sounds will leave you with an ultrasound, a newborn baby to tote around, lookin like a broke-down clown, that's on the rebound... (inhales) Let's slow things down... As a prisoner of love, I'll go before the judge. Just sit back and relax baby, I'm a poet, not a thug. |
I Look Into Your EyesI look into your eyes, and agonize... Over all you've endured, leaving you traumatized, materialized and minimized. Wishing I could be the cure, I prioritize and organize, visualize and synthesize ways to revise and fertilize a better way of life... FOR YOU. I look into your eyes, and dramatize... Hyperbolize, a life with me by your side. Holding hands as we ride. Being unified, you as my man, me as your bride. All pride aside, In my heart, you reside. Wishing our souls would collide, like a vehicular homicide. No mask, no disguise. Not specialized or modified... JUST PURE, NATURAL LOVE. I look into your eyes, and hypothesize... The best and baddest of times. Where a change in your tone could bring tears to my eyes. d*mn Diablo, the hate, the despise. The fusing, fighting, screaming and lies. The passion, kissing, touching. The way you rise while caressing my thighs. The long, deep strokes that leave me mesmerized. Hold me close as my legs divid... |
