Lightning envies the electricity I feel

oozing from your skin

Ozone smell, acridity, warning

'Look, but don't touch'

This well is too deep and you're

in danger of falling in

Desire spurs me forward-

if I need, I'll learn to swim

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Lightning envies the electricity I feel

oozing from your skin

Ozone smell, acridity, warning

'Look, but don't touch'

This well is too deep and you're

in danger of falling in

Hastily ignored, I rush to you,

if I need, I'll learn to swim

idk y'all thoughts, anything that would sound better, should I add more to this or is it concise and good the way it be

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that sounds like a rude comment no thank you

Rate my rap skills:

Do i have what it takes to do the hip hop

somebody drop me a motherfucking beat

I want to know your

intimacy

through senses shared in the source

of every vigorous breath

and movement as it

flows to the next

and every gasping, shivering

quivering moan

making our bodies' secrets

known

When I watch you gyrate

I just want to make you hydrate

Quench my thirst, girl-

you taste great

Take me in now, why wait,

slide me inside, don't be late

joining together feels like fate

you'll feel the same

after that pussy's ate

listen to me, don't hesitate

idk if this is a poem or a rap

Far apart, yet always near

held in your heart,

forever dear

Though yearning is painful,

have no fear-

for wistful longing

keeps your love here

idk i'm not good at poetry, I hope you see them sooner than you think you will

gay poem I wrote

Were I there to wake with you, you

would be my sunrise

Resplendent, every morning new, when

your light meets my eyes

Graceful fingers tracing lines through

pools of silken hair,

sighing, basking in your glow,

wondrous and fair

and though the Sun must rise and set,

ever on its way

Your love shines for all to see, always,

night and day

fuck me at first it didn't format right, and now I'm not sure which sounds better

There is an abundance of feelings

to be painted with my mouth

in kisses and licks and

eager glances

desperate for their return

Framed against the heavens

with you, they are more complete

I guess let the up votes decide

I said I was done but I wrote another today deal w/ it

There is an abundance of

feelings

to be painted with my mouth

in kisses and licks and eager

glances

desperate for their return

Framed against the heavens,

with you, they are more

complete

this might blow your mind but the canvas is.. a metaphor!

Fingers trace rays, sunlight

coming over mountain tops

Glaciers warm to their touch

laying bare

naked earth beneath

Meltwater flows,

carving stone

in its yearning for the sea

ok that's enough for today see you next time

poem i wrote that isn't about canvas but is still horny:

Macerate

Soft white sprinkled on rosy skin,

Drawing up syrup and essence

saccharine

Made more sweet by my love

No thoughts but pleasure at the

first taste of you

another poem I wrote about canvas bc i'm creative

Canvas, long awaiting painter's brush,

to be filled in crimsons and cream,

capturing inside its sensuous dream

Anticipating at my touch,

quivering, shivering

in its seams

Poem I wrote yesterday:

Canvas sat upon its easel in silent mockery,

as I asked of it to tell me just what I should see

It coyly laughed and somber said

'You'll get no help from me,'

'You have your paint, you have your mind, now

Show me what to be'

I frustrated sighed and went to work, brush

stroking tenderly

And in the end, I thanked its help for finding

the art inside of me

a friend of mine has been encouraging me to write poetry and I have been but idk it's p. bad I think. Here's today's:

Juices flow and I braise, as your rays

tenderly render me, fluid, dripping, sizzling

on the coals beneath

Stretched taut, yearning towards your divine

luminance,

too much burns- an ecstatic

incandescence

Fire hardened, the burning ceases,

warmed to the touch and caressed by breezes

While the boundaries of my being drink

your radiance in sweet apotheosis,

my soul cries out,

'Thank you, more, please!'

please rate this poem 1-10 with no criticism my heart can't take it