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Jungle like appetites dangle
Salivating like a savage
Like a cherry to be swallowed whole
Gulping down the passion
Engulfing like a predator

Primeval serpent enslaving
With exquisite poison, lashing
Languishing deep within
Force, forced ever deeper
Into the narrow, miry abyss

Gobbling and feverish groans
Temptations shredded to bits
Comfort and smoothness meshing
Melting desires in our hands
Tasting a scrumptious spot

Arching, stretched bow taut
Drawing ever deeper
Writhing lost in ecstasy
Agony, awareness fades
All sensation focused

Animalistic tension glaring
Expletive moans thicken
Ignoring the glowing sunrise
Peaks of euphoria strike
Unbelievable chemistry

Clutching, rising, reaching
Gasping, the final plateau
Feeling omnipotent, puissant
Shuddering slow descent
Into childlike peace

Releasing the outcome
Intoxicating visual
Mind blowing eye contact
Flowing like a heavenly river
Round one complete

Braeden – Non Italics

All About Life – Italics

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I’m terrified

to inhale your naked skies

I’m terrified

to kiss your illuminating scars

I’m terrified

to wipe away your violent tears

I’m terrified

to capture your torn heart

I’m terrified

to feel your dirty rain

I’m terrified

to hold on to your numb hand

I’m terrified

to feel a love that I didn’t know existed

I’m terrified

to hear the symphony in your sea

I’m terrified

to walk alone on this broken road

I’m terrified

to stand at the turns in this landscape

*Dewy Place had requested this title.

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Before you make a sharp turn

on Over Exaggerated Lane

Signs for Decaying Truth Hill

are on your right in front

of the redwood trees

Follow the uneven road

and you will see Disturbance Road

Veer to the left and see the

old rotted sign for Route Bloodsucker

Drive twenty miles with

irritated skin and a defying mistress

Overloads of fierce tension

will consume your one track mind

Disconnect the alarm clocks

as you drive on the famous

Saturated with Rage Byway

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Give me your golden heart

Give me your kindred spirit

Give me your bright light

Give me your forgiving soul

Give me your generosity

Give me your glass world

Give me your crying desert

Give me your precious wisdom

Give me your burning essence

Give me your tender heart beat

Give me your gentle words

Give me your beloved patience

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The serpentine somnambulence of fire,
like a drop of a dragon, encapsulated in
pine kindling and smoking oak, the stone
fireplace watches her as she poems ink,
birthing galaxies on old parchment, and
as the flames grow, she sees sentences
dancing in the gold and orange, alight
muses nine of Apollo, burning just for her.

Under a catastrophic star he stares into the abyss of the flames. Forgotten love hibernates within the charcoal as he gazes at her lost wick. Castles drift in his mind as he wishes the blaze never died out. She stands in front of the tangerine edges seeing her soul be reignited.

There are bonds of ashes that settle like
the dust of an old book with intaglios of
her former lover in the flames, immolated,
she was a witch on a pyre for him, he was
gasoline poured onto her bonfire, and now
all that is left are dead nebulae and ghosts
of “I do.” She arises a phoenix, only to see
him, in the space between shadows, a ghost.

There are screams within the chandelier dreams. There are fires within the light, there is a glimpse of light in the flames. No matter where he turns, no matter where she rises, there will always be a breeze of ink. Hearts need to bleed, veins need to cry, and pages never fade. The gust of memories will live forevermore.

Dances with Tricksters – Italics

Braeden Michaels – Non Italics

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It’s been a pleasure my love

It’s been a joy my sweet heart

You are my center

It’s been a delight my plum

It’s been wondrous my beloved

You are my rock

It’s been precious my sweet pea

It’s been a dreamscape my angel

You are my other half

It’s been enchanting my dear

It’s been a world of glee my light

You are my world

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I see paradise in your

endearing photograph

Can’t stop looking at you

I see utopia on your

alluring lipstick

Can’t stop looking at you

I see the garden of Eden

in your mystical eyes

Can’t stop looking at you

I see milk and honey

from head to toe

Can’t stop looking at you

I see perfection and

and everlasting desire for you

Never will I stop

looking at you

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Sweet brown sugar
Habenero pepper on her lips
Invigorating serene eyes
Dashing wild smile
Intellectual stimulating
Culturally educated
Admiring her heritage
Embracing her history
to build a brilliant future
Desiring your seductive mind
Appreciating the center
Itching to just be beside you
Absorbing your presence
Thoughts of you are magical

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“Unable to perceive the shape of you, I find you all around me. Your presence fills my eyes with your love. It humbles my heart, for you are everywhere.”

You are the Breath of Passion
The Embodiment of all my Heart beats for,
Longs for,
All this understanding
So unworthy of the least of You,
Can ever perceive.

You are the blood in my veins 
Saliva drippings from the fire ooze magic 
All this longwinded gust 
Soar through every inch of 
my glowing urges

Stars that span the ebon Nighttide,
Miracles of Light and Time
are mere phantoms,
shallow and hapless,
Unremembered figments of Yesterday
Compared to the Depth of my Love

I can see fragments of the twinkles 
Sweat pouring from the golden heavens 
Caught in a whirlwind of passion 
Your moans are magnetizing 
Never ending cravings 
Watching you grip the sheets, sigh

All that Speaks of mystery
All that Whispers portentous enigmas
All the Hums with the Vibrancy of Forever
Are Fading shadows,
Dim and Meaningless
Compared to the Depth of my Passion

Caution tape ripped 
Entering euphoria without bounds
Slippery and yet rough edges 
Lip biting memories etched 
Nonexistent tenderness 
Unleashed saturations 

How I Sigh in your Sweet Embrace!
How my skin yearns for the Touch of Your hands,
How these lips long to be Kissed by Yours,
How I have waited,
Breathless, Trapped, Longing
For Your Sweet Honeyed Love!

A bellow of raw words 
Intoxicating oceans 
Commanding you to vulnerability
Taste the lava, taste the lava 
Overwhelming fervor 
Yearning for more 

This was a joy to collaborate with Morgan!

Braeden – Italics

Morgan – Non

Cynthia A. Morgan is an award-winning author & blogger; columnist for the national publication Fresh LifeStyle Magazine; and member of the Poetry Society of America and Artists for Peace. Creator of the Epic YA Fantasy Dark Fey Trilogy, Morgan’s powerful story relates how the power of Hope, Acceptance and Forgiveness can change the world when Positive Action is taken to create change.  The only way to achieve Peace is to become Peace.

Morgan is also the author of the popular blog Booknvolume where her over 17K followers are regularly treated to Morgan’s own brand of poetry, English Sonnets, musings about life, personal recipes, photography, book reviews and more.

https://booknvolume.com

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Trembling locked lips

underneath the flashing red light

Caution tape torn between

Wicked Lust Lane and Insatiable road

Full force of ripped love

Entangled speeding tickets

Stilettos bright as fire engine red

walking Romeo’s Kiss Boulevard

Seeking infatuation and

burning sensations among the chatter

Sirens storming in the air

Exploring hands twisting

Passing every stop sign

down this riveting and passionate road

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I kissed your lips for the first time and felt a chill travel down my spine. I savored the goosebumps. I knew it was the beginning of something amazing. I felt love echo. I embraced the tapestry. I didn’t want to stop kissing you. I saw a glimpse of our future within the melting. I saw skies open up and felt rain dance on my tongue. I was petrified. A part of me was frozen but yet another part was mesmerized. I knew when I placed my hand on your cheek this was meant to be forever.

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From the glistening waves

to the boundless shore

Strings of love dwell

in the enchanted violin

From the untamed daisies

to the serene marigolds

Appetites of wicked flames

burn in a pink stratosphere

From the beaming sunrise

to the caress of your hand

Admiration is a blazing star

above Cupids’ Dream Drive

Shadows or darkness

become a lost road of lust

Only worship and devotion

entwine on this long concrete

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I can’t sleep

without the scent of your pillow

Toss and turn

I can’t sleep

without you beside me

Toss and turn

I can’t sleep

without your warm embrace

Toss and turn

I can’t sleep

without a kiss good night

Toss and turn

I can’t sleep

without saying I love you

Toss and turn

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He doesn’t know how great I am

He doesn’t know how special I am

He’s known me since the second grade

He doesn’t know I’m going to be famous

He doesn’t know that how much I love my Mom

He doesn’t know how I see the world

He doesn’t know my soft pain

He doesn’t know how I love

He doesn’t know I am gold yet

He doesn’t know I have the eyes of a photographer

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Photo by S.B Eldredge

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I was born to feel

I was born to absorb my emotions a bit different

I want to see the world through others eyes

I was born to be a poet

I was born to be a writer

I want to be in touch with my tears

I want to know where they came from

I want to know where your scars came from

I want to understand you

I was born to be something I didn’t know existed

I was born to love you

I was born to share something that is suppose to bring us together

I was born to hold you

I was born so we could be together

I was born to love you until the end of time