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Revision as of 14:40, 24 September 2012
Author: by Peleps Morvern
Description: A book of erotic poems, known for their youthful vigour and innocent enthusiasm.
My skin still bears traces of your teeth
Your hands, they tease me
I want my tongue to ride
The dunes created in your slender
Calloused hands.
You are my muse of agony
Raising up the ceiling,
While I`m softly trickling down;
May I remind you dear friend,
You do bite, and yes, please, hold my hand.
I am drowning for your kiss
A word of hope
Of lust
Surreal bliss.
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I feel the sea awake in me,
An infinite ocean of DESIRE
I`d like to scream
I`ve never wanted more
Never have I expected less
Come now,
Come soon
Come see my ruffled hair
Come see me laughing
How did I get entangled?
Hold tight those ropes
My hair`s such a mess!
I am the waves of rage
Bringing you in
I want you to spiral down
My nape is longing for a gust of salty air,
Your breath burning all over my back
Let`s stage a mock rescue,
I think I need to be thrown overboard.
Dive with me my mad man
Plunge deeper, the tides will part
The underworld will swallow us
We all need to die a little to make a brand new start.
I think I`m drowning
I`m out of breath
So wild,
The fastest whirlpool
Of the night
The sand is rustling softly
Slower now
The skies are closing up
And new horizons,
As wide as my ecstatic grin.