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That Scent

That Scent

That scent left drifting
In the darkness of delights,
With moans and seeded
Dreams and secret desires
Blossoming.
      Sharp,
             Sweet fragrance.

That scent swims with life
Among the sheets and bodies.
A nude dance of flesh,
      Wandering hands,
             Silken lips,
Desires living bouquet.

That scent pleasure cast,
A sea of swimming perfumes
Onto the bodies fulfilled
Falling in dreamless slumber,
      That scent,
             Is of dreams,
                     Fulfilled.

-Hunter Coch

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Intimacy

To the sleepless nights,
Unrepentant secret sins,
And the joys of flesh.

I sing to the ancient stars
Of intimacies virtues.

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Intimacy

To the sleepless nights,
Unrepentant secret sins,
And the joys of flesh.

I sing to the ancient stars
Of intimacies virtues.

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They

They kneel together
Nude on top soft satin sheets.
They touch together
Soft hands on soft skin caress.
They feel together
With kisses, scratches, and bites.
They love together
Abandoned to the moment
Lost to the joys of friction.

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Two

Ruptured desire
Spilt upon the bedroom floor.
With a rage of lust
Fueled by the scent of sex
  And
A light in the eye,
Inhibitions fall
To the ground with two
Bodies following entwined.

-Hunter Coch

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Cold Breeze

As the cold breeze blows,
It calls to our desires.
As the cold breeze blows,
Our dreams sail on its currents
And drift through seas of starlight.

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Invocation of Lust

From tiny embers
Through darkened eyes,
  let lust in.

Tend to the fire,
Rise up flames of desire,
And feast,
  And consume,
     And live.

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Held to Dirt

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Dreams of death haunt me,
I see my children weeping.
Looking from the grave,
I long to kiss away tears,
Though forever held to dirt.

-Hunter Coch

The Beast 2

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She weeps terrors tears
From a benevolent guise.
Manipulator!
Heart of hate and burning greed,
Liar of spirit and deed.

The Beast

Betrayal, deceit,

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The heart of the beast above.
Rage and denial,
Spews from her foul acrid mouth.

She sits in the smog, alone.

-Hunter Coch

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