Love at the lips
Love at the lips was like a heavenly touch
As sweet as one can bare or breathe
Never close to satiety never seemed too much
On the contrary a lightning a dream too brief
A passion written over running water
Time and again she conquered my lips for another slaughter
The hurt that followed was never enough
It made me long for reason and strength
To bare the ripples of pains the waves of agony so rough
The throng of aches through all my body length
The sword of love like I never knew before
Was cutting me faster than the sword of war
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Live and love
Live and love
Young as old
Like running brook
Bright, distilled in spring
As Love strengthens its wings
Summer – vigor
Passion and quiver
Autumn changed
Soberer hued
Don’t miss love queue
Love again
Until all love’s leaves
Are fallen at length
Look at love, it stands
Bones and boughs
Naked strength
Die loving
Not love dying
At the end of your sky
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Sensuality
Here I lay, so close to you
Knowing that you'll see me through
Another night when we'll feel the joy
The joy that makes me smile more and more
And every day I dream
Of holding you close to me
And every night I find
Me touching your lips with mine
Naahh ooooh, oh babe
It seems that time moves much too fast
Love is here and love will last
Your body's warm and sure to please
Lady of love, take all of me
Every day I dream
Of holding you close to me
Every night I find
Me touching your lips with mine
Noohhh ooooh
_ _ _ _ _ _
Every day I dream
Of holding you close to me
Every night I find
Me touching your lips with mine
Aaaah ooooh aaaah
And through the night, the touch of love will be
Forever strong and forever sweet
And giving in to passion's flow
Creates a world we want to grow
Every day I dream
Of holding you close to me
Every night I find
Me touching your lips with mine
Every day-hey-hey
Ooaoh every night
Every day-hey-hey
Whoaoh every, every night
Every day-hey-hey
Nahaooh every, every night
Every day I dream, oh I dream
Naohohh each and every night
You're moving me, soothing me, girl
Loving, touching, feeling, ooaaohh
And I'm feeling good
Ohh feels good
- F a d e-
song performed by by Isley Brothers
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Love at first sight
There comes time when I watch an ancient sea at its slow ebb
Long hours with howling winds echoing over vast sand
Since I was entangled in your beauty's eyes web
And trembled at the touch of un gloved extended hand
Since I met you I never looked at the midnight ora of summer sky
But well remember each moment your slaying eyes memorized light
Nor I can look or compare a wild rose vermilion dye
But your cheek where my lips will crave to dwell in bright
Can I look in adoration at any budding flower
When my fond ear adores every sound uttered from your lips
And heartbreaking for love sound, passionate wording- it does devour
Any sweetness you may speak under the sun eclipse
Every delight you may bestow is a sweet remembering
Followed by subtle grief this may into my heart bring
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Eugen
Come and taste the fruits of my body and see how sweet i am,
For i do lay down bare waiting for you all the time.
Come and kiss my lips and see how sweet i am for you,
For i am very hungry for your love my sweet one!
Kicking and scoring,
Driving and seeing,
Lean on me on this love and let me show you the way oh Eugen.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Love oscillations
We knew the flames of fire; we heard desirer's roar
When our love’s inferno to its heights soars
Not once, nor twice we tried from each other to flee
Yet we were swept again by our love as by a vexed foaming sea
To its steep depth, to its sweet pains
Engulfed, from our love’s locks escape was in vain
This chamber where I now dwell
Still bare the sweet memories of love’s hell
Dappling grace, of more glorious days we knew
The trace of sweet storm that passed without anew
Here nothing is like it was so clear
Nor like it felt when you were here
Elusive pictures, shadows glooms, pale reflection
Of yours haunt me, mock my heart’s devastation
Yes, nothing is like it was, and what was
Follows no clues, it obeys no laws
It does not resemble what happens now, what carries on
In my life, the living of love’s deserted pawn
My dear love, my sweet witch
You are unique in my world, out of my reach
From dawn till dusk
About your being I wonder and I ask
Still love you dear, love you more
Than ever before
I know, as I knew, all your secrets, all your lies
Your beguiles, your deceits, your disguise
Yet their traps I failed to avoid
Your charm my vision, my sanity cloyed
The tormenting madness of forbidden love’s cage
Rapture great, zeal of sighing sweet, suffocating rage
And yet in the dark of cold nights
Other knights had bestowed your flesh with satiety
Of fresh lust’s variety
Upon the diminishing light of a rusted lamp
They left you lying jaded sweat in a bed lump
Time goes on, singing its own mourning themes
And each day is like a dagger, each moment like a scream
That never departs the throat
As it usually does, as it always aught
How can I tell our love that was but a flower?
Now turned into swamp of boiling sour
For now I know the danger of lover’s trap
When it tempts us to lull in its perilous lap
If after all these decaying years
There are left for me few dangling tears
My heart will less explode, if you would cry
I have within me this caution of a lie
My dear love, my sweet dove
You are unique in my world, out of my love
From dawn till dusk
About your being I wonder and I ask
Still love you dear, love you more
Than ever before
So it will go on, and so it will be
As long and as far mine eyes can see
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Sword Spoke
The embowered sword spoke,
The sword made words out to the audience;
With parched lips, the spoken language
Then affected us in a way known to mankind
As nerves of a stripling, the acts of ever.
Some of us die,
Some add the dice and throw.
Lips smack and search for lips,
They lighten the load off the backs,
Understanding them in terms of profit,
Seeing just so hard.
Upheavals of language reply to sound,
Hearing us well and clearly,
Killing and keeping the striplings.
The young strove to the touch of lessons,
Yes, in a Sunday they dined.
poem by Naveed Akram
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The Two Of Us Won’t Share A Glass Together
The two of us won’t share a glass together
Be it of water or of sweet red wine;
We won’t be kissing, in the morning either
Nor, late at night, enjoy an evening shine…
You breathe the sun, I breathe the moon; however
We are united by one love forever.
I always have with me my true soul mate,
You have with you your ever-merry girlfriend;
Yet I’m acquainted with your eye’s dismay
As you’re the reason of my lifelong ailment.
The length of our dates won’t be increased,
That’s how, it’s doomed, to honor our peace.
Yet, it’s my breath that flows in your rhymes
While in my rhymes your voice is singing clear;
Oh’ neither oblivion, nor fear
Will ever dare to touch this kind of flame.
I wish you knew how I am longing now
To feel your dry and rosy lips somehow.
poem by Anna Akhmatova
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To Earthward
Love at the lips was touch
As sweet as I could bear;
And once that seemed too much;
I lived on air
That crossed me from sweet things,
The flow of - was it musk
From hidden grapevine springs
Down hill at dusk?
I had the swirl and ache
From sprays of honeysuckle
That when they're gathered shake
Dew on the knuckle.
I craved strong sweets, but those
Seemed strong when I was young;
The petal of the rose
It was that stung.
Now no joy but lacks salt
That is not dashed with pain
And weariness and fault;
I crave the stain
Of tears, the aftermark
Of almost too much love,
The sweet of bitter bark
And burning clove.
When stiff and sore and scarred
I take away my hand
From leaning on it hard
In grass and sand,
The hurt is not enough:
I long for weight and strength
To feel the earth as rough
To all my length.
poem by Robert Frost
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Ages
In that stone head, obscenity
Has been preserved a thousand years;
A bible-leaf of families
Have shuddered at the pointed ears.
The sword that hangs upon the wall
Is notched the length of its long blade,
And children at the village school
Dream of the trusses it has mowed.
Close against the lichened tower
Still lives a witch. Around her head
She wears a shawl, and white as flour
Her lips count every step she treads.
But when the dusk-born lovers stand
The figure sobs, 'Oh where's my soul?'
The sword sighs for the long-dead hand,
The old hag huddles from the owl.
poem by Henry Treece
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Relics
In that stone head, obscenity
Has been preserved a thousand years;
A bible-leaf of families
Have shuddered at the pointed ears.
The sword that hangs upon the wall
Is notched the length of its long blade,
And children at the village school
Dream of the trusses it has mowed.
Close against the lichened tower
Still lives a witch. Around her head
She wears a shawl, and white as flour
Her lips count every step she treads.
But when the dusk-born lovers stand
The figure sobs, 'Oh where's my soul?'
The sword sighs for the long-dead hand,
The old hag huddles from the owl.
poem by Henry Treece
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Like clouds that rake the mountain-summits
Like clouds that rake the mountain-summits
Or waves that own no curbing hand
Thus I followed the hollows of your craggy mountains
From sunshine to sunless land.
I paced my legs silently in what was once
My beloved moorland, my beautiful streams glide
Along a bare and open valley
You were my shepherd and my distinguished guide
Like unearthly ghost in your lands I wander
Touching and feeling the plants of time
I study the vaults of your skies,
I embrace the chambers of your heart.
When I take this arduous journey towards you
Through this arid and harsh land
As merciless as it is to my feet
I follow my heart towards you love
As long as there is a breath in my nostrils
So go my feet in this pilgrimage
I know it is a long way towards you love
With waving long and languid paths
But your roots have sunk so deep in my heart
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Innocence...
With great shadow on the sandy beach,
The sun falls beneath our glance.
As we sit there staring at the ocean’s reach,
I find such sweet romance…
Shifting my hand with some uncertainty,
We touch and seal our fingertips.
Searching for courage with humility,
I dream of her love upon my lips.
Through tremendous grace, passion, and desire,
I peer into her eyes filled with affection and strength.
Looking, in a trance upon the mighty fire,
We lock lips with everlasting length.
The tide was high on that perfect night,
With moon enriched of romance in its flight.
poem by Jacob Anthony Garcia
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The Kiss
Lips' language to lips' ears.
Two drinking each other's heart, it seems.
Two roving loves who have left home,
pilgrims to the confluence of lips.
Two waves rise by the law of love
to break and die on two sets of lips.
Two wild desires craving each other
meet at last at the body's limits.
Love's writing a song in dainty letters,
layers of kiss-calligraphy on lips.
Plucking flowers from two sets of lips
perhaps to thread them into a chain later.
This sweet union of lips
is the red marriage-bed of a pair of smiles.
poem by Rabindranath Tagore
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Shall I ever let
Shall I ever let my fancy and dream to roam
To bring this rare pleasure and conjure it back home
At touch this pleasure and memory melts
Like bubbles of water when the rain pelts
Nature has withhold Catherine beauty across the wide skies
What an adornment for the human eyes for next thousands of years
She has taken their cream of beauty, fairest dyes
And shaped and tinted sweet Catherine above all peers
When I behold her on the earth descend
My heart begins to throb and to burn; only in pains
This is my fancy and dreams that melt and vanish; my sad life's end
Love has poured her slaying beauty into my veins
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I have no thought in me but you
I have no thought in me but you
No other dear debt to me is due
If yet I have not all your love
I shall never have it all
I cannot breathe another burdening sigh
Nor entreat one more tear to fall
All my treasure, all my franchise fails to conquer my heart’s goal
Dreams and sighs, tears and oaths
Pleadings and pledges, letters and eulogies
I have spent; I have sent and no more can be done by me
If by now still your gift of love is partial
That some to me, some should to others fall
Oh my Dear, Dear soul! ! !
I shall never have you all
In pleasant pains, in sweet aching, in agonizing aches
I shall never have what my heart yearns my body shakes
I have no desire in me but you
In me but empty ways and futile clues
If then you ever gave me all
All was but all, which you had then
But if in your heart, since there was
New love created by other men
Which have their entire stocks put
In tears, in sighs, in oaths and letters to outbid me
This new love may foster new fears
For this love was not vowed by you dear
And yet it was your gift to others
Gnaw my inwards to pieces and to utters
Yet, your heart the ground of all your love
Is mine, and whatever shall grow there
I shall have it all
Yet, I would not have it all yet
He that has all can have no more
And since my love has the nature of the wind
Every day admits new growth
Every hour commits new change, deems a new dream
You should have new rewards in store
Let our love leaves through the door
You cannot give me your heart every day
If you can give it, then you never gave it
The quest of having it all
And yet not losing it at all
If we in all shall be one
And one another all
Be it all, partial or not at all
All my souls be
Imparadise in you
In whom alone I comprehend grow and see
The rafters of my body bone and brain
Be all still with you, in you and about you
The muscle, sinew and vein
Revive, thrive, renew again
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Blue night
Blue dark dusk a prelude to a moon struck night
Once more as long time before
You appeared in front of my door
Blue dark dashing night
At the edge of a city sleeping tide
Once more before the ore
Twinkling shades play behind closed door
Oh come back and take hold of me
A sensation that I long and love from thee
Oh come back in sinew and flesh so long forsaken
When body’s memory revived rekindled awakened
And old longing again moves into the blood
When lips and skin stir and remember
And hands feel as if though they touch again
And all comes back alive vivid and so plain
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Everytime You Touch Her
(pam rose, pat bunch, mary ann kennedy)
Do you hold her all night long?
Do you sing her our love song?
Do you kiss her lips until love makes her weak?
Oh darlin
Do you promise her the moon?
Does she think loves coming soon?
Does she know each move is made from memory?
Oh darlin
Everytime you touch her (every time)
Everytime you touch her
Think of me.
When she reaches out for you ,
The same way my arms do,
Does she know the truth your love belongs to me?
Oh baby
Do you wonder in the dark if she sees into your heart?
Do you close your eyes so she will never see?
Oh baby!
Everytime you touch her ,
(every time)
Everytime you touch her.
Think of me.
Nights were never made to spend alone.
I can wish you love,
But I cant wish you gone.
Do you hold her all night long?
Do you sing her our love song?
Do you kiss her lips until love makes her weak?
Oh darlin
Everytime you touch her
(every time)
Everytime you touch her
Think of me.
song performed by by Reba Mcentire
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It’s hurt to kiss you
It’s too hurt to kiss you
Fall in love with you
It’s not true
In this moon I croon
Horrible pains are full
It’s too hurt I can’t to kiss you
I love you, too
But you didn’t to do
It’s too hurt to kiss your heart
So I felt love is in the earth
Everyday to days
I painted you in the paints
Love is on the airs
It’s to hurt to kiss your lips
It’s to hurt I can to feels
To kiss the lips, I can’t believes
The hearts must be clean
To believe love between you and me
poem by Aidin Azarkerdar
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Razorblade Kiss
I taste death in every kiss we share
Every sundown seems to be the last we have
Your breath on my skin has the scent of our end
Im drunk on your tears, baby, cant you see its hurting
Mmhhh mmmhhhh
Every time we touch we get closer to heaven
And at every sunrise our sins are forgiven
Uh.uh
You on my skin this must be the end
The only way you can love me is to hurt me again
And again
And again
And again
Your love is a razorblade kiss
Sweetest is the taste from your lips
Your love is a razorblade kiss
Sweetest is the taste from your lips
Oh the taste from your lips, my darling
Taste from your lips, oh my love
Only inside Im free
Im tired of waiting
Youve got to let me dream
Inside you baby
Im not afraid to feel
I want you to love me
Cause you are the one
Cause you are the one
Cause you are the one
Your love is a razorblade kiss
Sweetest is the taste from your lips
Your love is a razorblade kiss
Sweetest is the taste from your lips
Your love is a razorblade kiss
Sweetest is the taste from your lips
Your love is a razorblade kiss
Sweetest is the taste from your lips
song performed by by H.i.m. (his Infernal Majesty)
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Razorblade Kiss
I taste death in every kiss we share
Every sundown seems to be the last we have
Your breath on my skin has the scent of our end
I'm drunk on your tears, baby, can't you see it's hurting
Mmhhh mmmhhhh
Every time we touch we get closer to heaven
And at every sunrise our sins are forgiven
Uh.uh
You on my skin this must be the end
The only way you can love me is to hurt me again
And again
And again
And again
Your love is a razorblade kiss
Sweetest is the taste from your lips
Your love is a razorblade kiss
Sweetest is the taste from your lips
Oh the taste from your lips, my darling
Taste from your lips, oh my love
Only inside i'm free
I'm tired of waiting
You've got to let me dream
Inside you baby
I'm not afraid to feel
I want you to love me
Cause you are the one
Cause you are the one
Cause you are the one
Your love is a razorblade kiss
Sweetest is the taste from your lips
Your love is a razorblade kiss
Sweetest is the taste from your lips
Your love is a razorblade kiss
Sweetest is the taste from your lips
Your love is a razorblade kiss
Sweetest is the taste from your lips
song performed by by H.I.M.
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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