Drown me there where currents draw hearts,
Death for love is better than dearth of love,
Empty bezels play a deck of bloody cards;
Longing for touch, their fingers are perched with woeful cuts.
Slip me there where the mountains are tender and flesh,
The feel of a warm breast is but every man's dream,
To trace a finger lazily around a nipple rash,
Ejaculates a feeling only a few can match.
Throw me there where the flames miss the skin,
The feeling of a cold palm sets the soul alight,
For love's burn, we peel the scar and pray for sin,
We pray to burn, forever and ever in a lover's inn.
Busk me there where pearls curve and laugh,
Whats a sun to a sky full of stars?
Twinkling fireflies in a woman's eyes are enough
To make me feel alive, safe and in love.
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Teenage Eyes
PoetryLife through a teenager's eyes is filled with baffling complications. Personal relationships, morality dilemmas, love and lust, courage quests, the feeling of growth, need for privacy...lets take one more look through our Teenage Eyes.
