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And here we have poetry. This one’s amazing, for lots of reasons. Lower-case is rare, but she’s capitalized “I”. I’m sure she wrote it, too, sitting there by the mirror, so carefully. I come to you on my knees tonight I
The unreal body of Miss Poetry Travis. Most photos of her out there are blurred, unfortunately, but I did find a few fairly clear ones. Here are three of them. Enjoy!
Thank you to body–poetry.tumblr.com/ for this very erotic submission, quite a similarity to the PleasureTorture avatar.Â
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Poetry Travis. Whoever does her pics loves to ruin them with a blur filter over her whole body, which makes her look out of focus. Still, I think you can appreciate the incredible size of this girl’s tits!
Succubus emergeFrom the well of my desireClaim me, enslave meDraw me deep into your fireLet our bodies both submerge
High Tide * * When the sun begins its slow declinePrepare your mind, your body for the sacral riteBind your hair with artful careFor not a curl must be misplacedAnoint your skin with unguentsProvocative, protectiveSoftening and seductive*Step out, naked
Your Body (I) * * yours is the oxymoron bodythe pliant firmness of your buttocksthe yielding demands of your handsthe soft resistance of your breaststhe cool fire of your thighsthe fierce surrender of your kissesa bewildering enticementto be plundered,
Your Body (II) * * All the places I would like to kiss:Clavicle and ankleSacrum, a small bite on your philtrumMillipeding up the left inner thighThe warm space beneath your breastsInside both elbows and behind both kneesReverently on the eyes, playfully
Your Body #2 ** All the places I would like to kiss: Clavicle and ankle Sacrum, a small bite on your philtrum Millipeding up the left inner thigh The warm space beneath your breasts Inside both elbows and behind both knees Reverently on the eyes, playfull
Muted. Silenced. DumbYour body’s secret languageTattooed on my skinI cannot communicateIn words without your presence ~Arjay Eiff palavre: Tattoo
StrideDrop your diffidence Shy sidling into the room This place is one of safety A sanctuary of our own Stride out body bare Breasts brazen, hips asway Claim, proclaim your rights As mistress of this space Demand your due of pleasuring Of my sweat and
arjayeiff: High Tide * * When the sun begins its slow declinePrepare your mind, your body for the sacral riteBind your hair with artful careFor not a curl must be misplacedAnoint your skin with unguentsProvocative, protectiveSoftening and seductive*Step
impactings: today my professor told me every cell in our entire body is destroyed and replaced every seven years. how comforting it is to know one day i will have a body you will have never touched.
Less Than Two Weeks“El Mark” by Glassjaw Who the fuck wants to live forever? Remorse. When you stab me in the back with your dream.To keep this body sober I show my life for all to see:do you see me? Do you see mein a battle the size of my thumb?Always
lifeinpoetry: I shatterwhat light has done to me: in my wildest dreamswhere the given body is a form of flight& in this latest version I step intothe wreckage, to find the other side ofme blooming toward you. — Michael Wasson, from “Self-portrait
lifeinpoetry: My body is a haunted house that I am lost in. There are no doors but there are knives and a hundred windows. — Jacqui Germain, from “Bipolar is Bored and Renames Itself,” When
gaugua: “My gods are different now. Angry, they listen, ghost, the way pain bends, separates body from need—” — Cherries in the Teeth of the Once Dead, Shannon Elizabeth Hardwick (via kxowledge)
lifeinpoetry: “I want them all out of my body. Get out. Get out.” — Joanna C. Valente, from “A Spell for Reversal,” published in ENTROPY
lifeinpoetry: I grew up disappearing into a body. Then several. I want to tell you what happened to me. But what should I say? — Natalie Eilbert, from “Man Hole,” Indictus
my body; the exit wound
lifeinpoetry: “I was / just a body I didn’t know.” — Anna Meister, from “My Own Hell to Raise,” published in glitterature for the mobs
lifeinpoetry: I’ve told all my loversthat my body is full of ghosts, but who hasn’t, right? — Laura Villareal, from “Boiling Puffins,” published in Waxwing
soracities: Adonis, ‘Beginnings of the Body, Ends of the Sea’ (fragments), Selected Poems (trans. Khaled Mattawa) [Text ID: Ah, how deep love is in its hatredAh, how deep hatred is in its love.”]
soracities: Adonis, ‘Body’, Selected Poems (trans. Khaled Mattawa)[Text ID: “Rot is also a heartrot is also childhoodrot is also what love is.”]
soracities: Ocean Vuong, “Into the Breach”, Night Sky With Exit Wounds [Text ID: “The body was made softto keep usfrom loneliness.You said that.”
of-spaceandstars: “Inside my skin, / loving you, I am this space / my body believes in.” — — Yusef Komunyakaa, from “Unnatural State of the Unicorn,” Neon Vernacular: New and Selected Poems (via lifeinpoetry)
feral-ballad:This morning I woke up so in love with you I didn’t know what to do with my body, which was far from yours… I don’t know how this happened. I just woke up one morning and you were the blood in all my poems.Clementine Von Radics, from
antigonick: “I dip my cupped hands. I drink a long time. It tastes like stone, leaves, fire. It falls cold into my body, waking the bones. I hear them deep inside me, whisperingoh what is that beautiful thing that just happened?” — Mary Oliver,
andcallalilies: E.e. Cummings - “i like my body when it is with your”
naschaddi: emipod: magicstew: Bitches love being degraded in to animal in slaughter house. Amazing series <3 my fantasy :D Brutal, methodical, planned, and poetry in motion.
Someone just died, but I’m still alive, and yet I don’t have a soul anymore. All I have left is a transparent body, inside of which transparent doves hurl themselves on a transparent dagger held by a transparent hand. I see struggle in all
I want to write poetry that gives ppl visuals. I want to my pair it with photography. I love the naked body.
gerardpas: Bodies Tell Us Stories - 2016With: Vanessa @watercolourpaint Vanessa’s body is like the greatest of poetry, truthful and layered with poignant meaning; only made clear by time…“What can be explained is not poetry.” W.B. Yeats
Jellyfish Swingsets The wind that’s everywhere Serpents Arachnids Ironically pretentious? Hard folk music like whiskey Bodies of water Memento mori Green’s Labyrinth Climbing things Being close enough to touchComforting words
poetry-isinthestreets:the human body is perfectly imperfect. ever changing, & was never meant to fit an impossible standard of perfection.
poetry-isinthestreets:sometimes I forget I am a human with a body, not a play-dough that can be pressed & squeezed until it fits the predetermined mould this society has deemed ‘beautiful’.
Body Poetry;
sweet body poetry
Body Language
poetry-isinthestreets:a trio of angles, same body
be the crawling in my spine resonating from the soles of my feet throughout my body and to my scalp crumple your hands into mine letting your fingers stir my heart beat as your skin meets my skin
voulx: body poetry
BODY IS A POETRY
![soracities: Adonis, ‘Beginnings of the Body, Ends of the Sea’ (fragments), Selected Poems (trans. Khaled Mattawa) [Text ID: Ah, how deep love is in its hatredAh, how deep hatred is in its love.”]](https://64.media.tumblr.com/8cbacdc2d403ac99909ebf280ee149ff/tumblr_pwwuuhsneM1tc1dolo1_250.png)
![soracities: Adonis, ‘Body’, Selected Poems (trans. Khaled Mattawa)[Text ID: “Rot is also a heartrot is also childhoodrot is also what love is.”]](https://64.media.tumblr.com/ca0feeed4650808794b31c0f6c8aa78a/d80e6781521e6529-35/s500x750/56830df25f767230badb0bbf2bf097c0b7487432.png)
