Category: sweet
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Feeling Soft
I want to feel soft No cracks just smooth I desire a touch so slick I’m oily with an attitude I want my silky ambition to slide through So butter me up buttercup In cold days… I want you I’m sweet and rarely bitter Although I hold onto memories I’m quick to forget With an…
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Laughter Ensues
Why is it so hard to say, I love you? No matter the things we go through… I still care. And when you need a friend to be around. I will do my best to be there. No matter the cost. I’ll pay your fare. Us together is the good time that keeps on giving. …
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Small Truth: My Ache
It’s a small truth, I rarely discuss. I’m turned on by love and seduced by lust. Still I get upset when sweet kisses don’t stay. When betrayal is my bitter water and lies my meal of the day. But it’s hard for me to turn you away. So I try to down play it. Because…
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Much Needed Rest
Take me to your island Where I can bask in the sweet sun Swing in the night breeze And frolic until my work is done Just breath easy No expectation for the anticipation Of conversation In truth, I want to rest Experience joy, peace and happiness No hurt in my voice No ache in my…
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Carefully Made House
Your house was made months in advance with care and consideration. It will last for decades more. Because love is the mortar that lies between burnt red bricks. And the shingled roof is reinforced with hope and painted with sweet day dreams. Your lawn is watered by bliss morning showers. Your garden is fertilized by…
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Lovely Freedom
Freedom isn’t free. But you have the option to choose. Do what’s right for your soul. Choose the path that doesn’t destroy the flourishing loveliness inside of you. A life of substance blooms with the aroma of sweet roses. An evil one rots with the smell of broken promises and decaying corpses. Never allow your…
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Love Again
We can’t live forever Treasure our time together Sweet talk for days Kiss the blues away Allow glittering lights to shine Like dew dropping off emerald leaves In the spring time Walk on the warm, hot sand Let loose toes dig into fragmented glass It glitters like sunshine on the edge Of a new dream…
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My Flesh
this flesh, my flesh is soft, succulent and brown a hue passed down from my Grandpappy it’s moisture maintained by shea butter these are the lips that gave sweet dreams to dry eyes full and shiny like the sunrise hands that cradled water from many streams used to toil, eager to clean these are the…
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