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"Euphoria"

Taste honey form her rosy-red lips, Win formulates in the valley below. Drips of wine settle on her purplish-red lips, As morning dew freshly hit by the sun. Kiss each of the lips with the gentleness, Of a mother and her babe. In the distance see twin mountain peaks, As Mount Everest in double vision. Cherry colored peaks set on each mountain, Crimson and hard as granite. Emotions rage through my head, my heart, As I touch her silken skin. Names to call her roams through my mind, Ecstasy...delight… lust… One name fits what I feel in my heart, And which she causes…Euphoria….Euphoria. By: Robert Stockten

"Their First Time"

Eyes clash across the room, Enticement crosses their minds, Words spoken softly to each other, Flowers bloom within their hearts, Feelings develop toward one another. Days pass as passion swells, Expectations are beyond mortal minds, The night comes soon enough, Sweet desire passes through their parted lips, She becomes everything to him, he becomes everything to her. Hands run through silk hair, Butterflies flutter within them, Chests constrict with anticipation, They tremble as the caress each other’s bodies, Ecstasy achieved as they reach for the heavens. Holding each other tightly through the night, They watch the window, waiting for the sun, Their hearts swell at eh sight of the golden dawn, As the rays of light hit them, they become….. One. By: Robert Stockten

"!?"

The heart of the world beckons the sober man, Suicide lurks between the whistling wind, Genocide contemplates ethical bounds, Cleansing of the soul burdens others' well being, The release of frustration cures the ill, The shadow the covers you eyes can kill, Your conformity eats lies of the ignorant, Rules put in place to control and dictate, You live through the choices you make for your child, Perception clouded by your want of apathy, Being spiritual does not mean your Jesus, Seperation from the norm is ideal, Anti-social behavior is not endured, Each day we are put on trial for our acts, Loneliness is all there is for a poet, The control of the church will not redeem, Being good on Sundays does not save your soul, The screen of the tube becomes your only god, Satan rises to power within your wallet, The seed of corruption is printed in green, Master Thereon oversees the oppression, Killing of men is the rite of passage, Brilliance shines through the suffering of man, Death surrounds you everyday to show you die. By: Robert Stockten

"Her"

Her form transcends all art into ugliness, A spirit of a Goddess wrapped in flesh, Her touch is expressed with gentleness. She does everything in life with goodness, Hills and valleys mesmerize me all the time, Her form transcends all art into ugliness. I am occupied with her loveliness, Silhouette graces my wall of instinct, Her touch is expressed with gentleness. One kiss can send me to unconsciousness, The power of her out weighs even the sun, Her form transcends all art into ugliness. Her real pain is suffered with kindness, Blood flows to naval from her broken heart, Her touch is expressed with gentleness. Her reflection holds some kind of likeness, My weakness will not help her mend her heart, Her form transcends all art into ugliness, Her touch is expressed with gentleness. By: Robert Stockten

"Celestial Being"

To see her face is to look into the sun, An angel wrapped in human flesh, Love radiates from her pores, Heat drowns out all thought, All that is, was, or will be merges into love for her. To know she only sees me is to know I am below her, Passion soars into new realms at a touch, Reasons I exist easily found when I am with her, Souls leave our bodies to become one, Every inch of our beings sink into each other, Euphoric silence fills us as we devour each other's desire. Words come to mind to express the feeling, Which consumes me every waken moment, All fall short of her sweet beauty, Blinded by the power that all need and want, Running through the chaos of life in search, To stumble upon what I seek. Fate's hands tied to strings, A noose around your heart, Grace favors the blade you hold dear, I have found what I seek. BY: Robert Stockten
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