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Poetry two pieces, on theme of love.

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By Suga pen Art

  1. Darling

Let’s talk about love

A kind owned in the Lanbryth

The squared feelings.

Let’s talk about love

A kind that strikes backs

When we cry,

Dwelling in light

Heavily drenching the skin pores in mares.

Over kisses and hums.

Let’s talk about love

When the caravan of feelings strikes our chests

Yet the wind whirl us apart

In a tearfall of eyes when I search your scars in night.

Let’s talk about love

In the storm of wild feelings

As our lips dance on its temper.

Let’s talk about love

When we are calm

When we scramble each other’s body

While baking the pain betwixt our hearts.

And the rhythm of lips between

Let’s talk about love, when nature blow

Cast by the sea.

Who is in the driving seat of your life?

I have always known you as beautiful as a painter’s imagination

But the view my eyes hold is a different illusion alluding to

Rose and Penelope.

I am tempted to kiss a softer kiss longer

Why not if your lips are tender?!

I am tempted to touch a criminal touch longer

Why not if your waist coils honey tender?!

Make me your servant of benefit.

Where should I touch that isn’t sacred?

The chest is a case

The eyes are nets

The lips are GREAT

I’m already captivated.

I am sorry not to introduce my voice…………..

I am the senile lover

The one you bore in your heart before

Hence in the sun rush,

 Am tempted to cheat on you with your new version

Sorry I love you both more and more

My heart pounds pathetically more and more

I give my word; I will love you more and more

As I shall love you more and more.

Equilibrium feelings shall bequeath more and more.

Let me yonder in your bedroom

I wanna make it a river of blue love

A red bedlam of whispers of hearts.

I wanna make it dirty with the mass f love that will fracture from our desires,

Slow in hums as we sing in dark.

The bodies in bundles shalt play the rhythms of fracture.

Boredom is an opportunity for creativity.

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