you speak of dimming star
with so much passion
I wonder if it’s really dying
sign says no more space
in your constellation
but I hold out for a chance
to stay in your orbit
~~~
© annie scribes 2019
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nocturnal surrender
I stole your constellation
in exchange for my body and soul
you may have committed it
in a vow
but I tasted you
I tasted you like I let night
cross and straddle moments
as magical as midnight
helpless beneath your weight
when darkness sucks in light
I do the same on your core
before you turn me over
all I feel in me
is your existence
~~~
© annie scribes 2019
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sorry (not sorry)
I cut you mid-sentence
for a deep, long, wet kiss
that leaves us breathless
I am good at coming
‘tween you and your cooking
for a passionate embrace
I will make you forget
why you walked in the room
and remember why you want to
stay
there
~~~
© annie scribes 2018
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scapegoat
they say love begins
in the stomach
so I’ll blame your
delicious omelette
and french toast
for this
addiction
~~~
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the things you taught me
your name’s
more delicious
in a moan
our skin feels
softer
with a sigh
kisses taste
sweeter
at sunrise
~~~
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marking my territory
Slowly tasting you
twirls, swirls, sudden turns
reaching high and crouching low
movements fast, leaving a gasp
to the brink I take you
where waves kiss the skies
rush, rush down to drown you
I feel you clutch, helplessly
last piece of lucidity
only to be thrown overboard
splayed and spent—
in silence I let you lie
for a while
‘fore we begin again.
~~~
© annie scribes 2018
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finders (not) keepers
the reason for most
an excuse for many
wrapped in various
shapes and forms
at times said so often
it loses meaning
blurring line between
passion and compassion
scattered and common
out there for everyone to own
I chanced upon one
looked around and questioned:
does it really belong
to me
~~~
© annie scribes 2018
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confession
remember my shivers
throughout kisses
that day
lips locked
you sucked
the soul out of me
you asked if I
would survive
till it was time
for love
between gasps
I said yes
guess what
I lied
~~~
© annie scribes 2018
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