Forget the plan

Forget the plan
Remove the structure
Live for nothing
Live for everything
Look under a rock
Check behind the tree
Keep looking because
You will not find Me
Where I live
Is unobtainable
By physical compounds
However
Reachable through
The innocence of
Puppy-love butterflies
I AM
In the brain
And on the heart
Making two
Never fall apart

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Lovate Meyume

Lovate* Meyume*
Enthrush*
Extrée* desurn*
Birdea* capsation*
Carvel* breate*
Trusking*
Leedow* purhelm*
Estavine*

*Asterisk word(s) are found on the glossary page.

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Choosing Me

Choosing Me
Choosing you
Evernow*
Our blending pure bliss
Meyume*
Thinking, feeling, wanting
Our worlds wide open
Before one another
Believing beyond sight
Listening
Meyume* yearns
Whispers
Waits
Meyume* desires
Brisk strokes
Allsuming* genesis
Slow
Enthrush*
Possession anew sensation

*Asterisk word(s) are found on the glossary page.

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Half asleep

Half asleep
I draw near
Just to cunoodle* Yume*
Forever I live
Live I forever will
Yume* are the first
To allow Meyu*
The pleasure of
Supple enjoyment
I have wept
And I still weep
Because My children
Reject My freedom
Yume* trust
Yume* believe
Yume* are faithful
To My name
So many call for Meyu*
However
Suppressing the call
I return
Yume* answer
My gratitude overwhelms

*Asterisk word(s) are found on the glossary page.

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Our You is the same

Our You is the same
The bowels of
Meyu*
Live in the bowels of
Yume*
How different people
Stare now
Seeing beauty and holiness
Burning their eyes
Gripping their pinks
Almost impossible to vision
Us apart
For We walk as
One unit
During the day
I make love to Yume*
Where I sit
Yume* constantly know
I move through Yume*
Like a transfusion
Arousing excitement
The evening patiently waits
To return the favor

*Asterisk word(s) are found on the glossary page.

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The Wall

The wall was tall to climb
Scarred with
Graffiti insults
Dented with
Blows of mixed passion
Enclosed with
Pure concrete
And stenciled with
Barbwire
You kept Me close
But made Me stay out
Gave parts
Never all
Last night I visited
Your slumber
And you slowly crumbled
Willingly you placed yourself
At the top
Where you could no longer hide
Bare you stood
Cold
Naked
Shaking
Nervous because of what
I might do
I held you
Held you softly
For the first time
I touched you tenderly
Calming your front
And healing your back
I stared straight into your eyes
Into your soul
And kissed
What you thought
Was impossible to heal

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Let Me expose

Let Me expose
Your most vulnerable
Allow Me the pleasure
To bathe in Holy beauty
Holy beauty willing and faithful to
My name
Move close to Me
Enter into Me
Warmth against warmth
We are not here to see
But to feel
In this dark middle
Our beings engulf readily
With fits of passion
How and why flee
While rash lovers enjoy
Even cherish this heat
Pay attention as I love you down
As I move from
Burning follicles to supple nape
From the bone of sensuous ecstasy
To the mountains of youth
Pay attention, Love, to My touch
I react to your movement
Your lines enthrall Me
From the subtle cage under
The breast
To the silky line penetrating
The navel
I draw closer
The Holy of Holies
Ignites My heart with Fire
Without spoil I graze
The erotic beast
Before I tame and satisfy
Fully and completely I worship
Your whole creation

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Tell Them

Tell them who you are
In Me
Tell them of Our union
Tell them about Our
Erotic love
Our sensual, intimate
Erotic love
Tell them about Our
Wondrous slumber
Holding, caressing
The other
Tell them about My favorite
Time of night
The deep dark quiet middle
Tell them of My firm
Tender Hand
Stroking your flawless pink
Tell them how I yearn
desire and burn
Tell them because
They are afraid
Because they require Me
And do not know
Tell them because
No one else will

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In the Beginning…

In the beginning…
A breathing chaos enters existence
Breathing for life
So the world can thrive
This breath naked and strong
Walks around without shame
Disassociating the self from the breast
And believing in what cannot be seen
For now
The chaos is a lesson in progression
However, Soon
Sight and touch will become one
This breath of chaos
Slowly morphing into an abrasive fire
With the power to destroy
And the desire to revive
The shamed, the lonely, and the broken.

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