I see you
I love you
I feel you
I breathe you.
You are mine
You are hers
You are the world’s
You are beautiful.
I know you
I crave you
I desire you
I devour you.
Two halves to your whole,
We hold you close.
Heart safe and warm,
Between the sheets of passion and love.
Sleep sound darling,
Sweet Repose.
Always beside you,
When I’m nowhere near.
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On supported grounds we lose our footing
angling and dangling towards the unknown
waters below blue and black
like bruises we can’t quite place.
Temptations to hold hands,
reassuringly embrace; pull her back to safety
resistance of time, and love.
There is no momentum when gears stick
just a simple necessity of lubrication
risk, develop, shine.
Properly oiled machines
weight of the world on our shoulders.
Mechanical creatures,
powerful feats of engineering,
no longer Puppets, always Puppeteers.
Dance, cry, love, fuck
never devoid of choice.
Elements in our grasp forming a whole
living, breathing, dying.
Bearings.
Find, Use
or Fall.
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A la tendresse de la lune,
J’entrelacerai tes doigts dans les miens
Afin de mieux sentir résonner
La fréquence de ton âme.
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Occasionally when floating on my boat of dreams,
I become aware of the nebulous sea of regret rippling under my vessel.
Am I living in a constant state of denial,
or simply appreciative of better times?
Occasionally my smile crisps itself into a stone line,
and my thoughts race back to another side of my mortal reality.
Am I just another memory to one of my memories,
or am I flesh and bone that can be touched?
Occasionally I hear the pitter patter of rooftop rain
and it brings me back to a long ago place I once knew.
Am I sure the sensory appreciation is real,
or am I simply a projection of a non-existent former self?
Occasionally I feel the weight of the world on my shoulders,
and it seeps down into my hidden soul.
Am I truly awake and aware of my existence,
or am I merely dreaming…
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Gentle words
hard touch
pull me closer,
hold me down
My neck at your mercy
diligently breaking
to rebuild ourselves anew
primal needs met
with moans and bruises.
Spread, lick, fuck
enter, exit, fill
understand.
Beautiful love, sweet caresses
gracious deliverance
abandonment in lust,
true natures present
Through growing pains
fulfilment
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Eat me
Drink me
Smell me
Savour me
Devour my every particle
Integrate me into your universe
So I can be your star and your satellite
Tickle me
Lick me
Finger me
Fuck me
So I can overflow
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to
behold
azure waters
mending with skies
temperatures rising still
burnt orange palettes
a tropical enclave
of sensuality
and sex
here
women
frolic in the
waters bare breasted
nipples hardened by thoughts
of erect members diving
head first into their
sacred gardens
of bodily
desire
to
behold
such a site
would make a
grown man cry tears
of joy knowing he’s unworthy
of witnessing such magic
for it is only women
that may partake
in this ritual of
love and
sex
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You are mine now.
Mine to cherish, and to embrace. To envelope.
To kiss. And to touch.
Mine to love.
Mine to lick. And to fuck.
To penetrate. To fill.
Mine to take. Now. Again. Once more.
Always once more.
You are mine to behold. Mine to ponder.
Mine to taste, and to consume.
Mine to ache for. To long for. To lust after.
You are mine now to love.
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emerging from the clouds
the energy boy peers
below the clear layers of existence,
tiny hearts beating
he understands
why others break the rule
to observe
to document
don't do it, they say
never shifting
yet here he stands,
frenetic scribbling
desperately deciphering
their erratic thoughts and unnerving actions
he cries, remembering how it felt
to be human
© 2017 Tashi Palmo All Rights Reserved
I haven’t yet told you
that I want
to etch you
into my memory
the canvas
my mind
the tools
my erotic charge
painting
every inch
of your sleeping body
Feet first
each toe traced
meticulously
“Lilith, the Science of lover painting.”
Blush is your skin
a bowl of milk
with a single
drop of blood
engrave the touch
my hands
firm muscles
buckling legs
a curious look
your lower back
Your sigh
fingers
rounded cheeks
pause
just a moment
leave a mark
teeth
Supple
stomach
kisses
like butterflies
forever
in my soul
Your breasts
complete
my dainty hands
warm
voluptuous
perfect storm
sensual witchery
Hard
the grip
my throat
you tell me
daddy
teaches
lessons
I haven’t yet told you
the star pupil
of the paintings
in my mind
someday
on display
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Letters For My Lovers 