the wretched thing inside youwrithing, pulsating, mindlessdesiring what it cannot haveuseless, pointless, impotentpray to me, i am Goddess of the Unrequited forfeit your desires since day and nightmy body burns without relief, heart remains untouched an experience not for the faint or weak-kneedall promises unfulfilled will find their homeleave your dreams of another at my…
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his quiet reflections (a poem)
Looking upon the lives of othersA kaleidoscope of colors and childlike wonders ‘I used to be seen,’ he recallsA scream lodged in his chest at the chance to be someone different Ready made box, a popular life modelLess of a fuss, nice and modestHe won’t live life twice, tacked to his third act as he…
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retreat (#35)
in that sacred spacebetween sleep and wakevisions and realities bluryou are right to hidei’m just no good why else would you run Christina Schmidt, MAarmedwithcoffee
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unfold (an erotic poem)
your lips take in the length of my necki sigh as i open towards yourelease of air, tension leaving my bodyi am nervous as i unfold to you, my thighs slowly part asyour fingers gently whisper across that skin, rose petals, velvet softyour warm hand soothes me, keeping me grounded to this time and placeour…
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horizon (a poem)
An empire on the horizon.The best is yet to come.I have seen it.I saw you too. Once.True to reality.You blurred and became history.One vision proved stronger.Than the other. I never asked you to war with me.Simply, I asked you to be with me.Hide where you need to hide, Love.I live life. You get by.Our perpetual…
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Serious Moonlight (a poem)
Make love to meAs the flowers swayAs the wind ripples across our backsA soft palette of fine green grass our bed Bodies entwined, illuminated by the fullness of the moonYour fingers through my hairMy mouth pressed to yoursHold me to the earthI will bring you to the stars. “Under the moonlight, this serious moonlight,” Let’s…
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Blackfire (a poem)
Through my eyes, black as coalCharred pools swirl, the color spins A burning heart, a fine lineNear me, fear meConsumed by blackfire Sacrifice made, turned down the flameThe less you see in meThe less I see in you I lowerMy charcoal eyes Christina Schmidt, MAarmedwithcoffee
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random #32 (an erotic poem)
*This post contains mature content.* half of what my mind creates causes thighs to tighten and quake you can’t see what i know to be true i get wet by the idea of you I have a collection of random pieces, many short in length and without too much direction. Christina Schmidt, MAarmedwithcoffee.com
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