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Lust & Love

Lust is the Animal
–>    &   <–
Love is the Soul

:: E.P. Robles ::


LOVE IS THE SOUL

LOVE is the soul
and LUST the flesh

:: 09-15-2015 ::


NYMPHOMATIC MACHINE (WET PROGRESS-PINK DISEASE LOVE)

PET this pretty kitty,monster
oh, WET is progress-pink disease
of love,my victims(like when i break
your heart i won’t deny it all
so we suffer the Bigness of your
LITTLEST pelvic region
so unwish a world of pity flesh
and my need for guidance is so much
like-more the world born–pity my
poor flesh(i “hyper-magical beauty”)kitty
so WET and in need of a good petting hand
and two eyes upon
my ever unwished words(never save me
from these evil deeds of desire)ugh,
ultraomnipotence makes me hot and with
a hell to pay the angels say,”what the
devil needs to know I always seem
to suffer myself;”
so pet this pretty kitty,monster
yeah, a wet progress-pink disease o’love

:: 09-01-2015 ::


KISS

A melancholy-lust
bursting kiss!

:: ~ ::


SPRING WATERS CLEANSE THE SOUL

LIFE, my bequeathed light,
an exasperated breath!
My volcanic lip-heart
flow like wordLust
across your tender
nature’s skin and i,
so much (too hotly)
devour your soil,
the Spring rain came
across my face
and each drop o’ passion
i drankingly sipped
(almost guilt but no!)
The quench of earth
between your wish
fully thigh-dreams,
I feel that fell
into your heart
and washed away all
my stress and fears!

:: 10-30-2014 ::


LUST IS A STICKY THING

LUST is a sticky thing
I touched it once
and never have removed
it’s vicious luscious
touch

//–//


A HUNDRED POEMS – XXIII

Beside of me

and into me
Poseidon’s spear thrust
heaving chalice breasts
and white cap foamy waves
what sin

no shame    of me
nature does what she need

:: 04-01-2014 ::


SODA FOUNTAIN FLOOD

in my mystery costume
i show no face but dare
your smile to show and care
and in the middle of a song
let’s dance and kiss-tell
and closer we go-beyond
a hot line no other dare
sherbet tongue-taste
my-cherry-lips crusted
a soda fountain flood
consumes my lust-river
and marshmallows float
we bite to save our souls

:: 03/18/2014 ::


FLOOR TO BED

MANY years since the fancy floor
where feet dance and swish
and body gyrate with lights
eye contact delivers target zone
and blood boil-heart drones
I want to meet that woman
who can keep up with me
and groove and slice the night
and have some left for the bed

:: 03-17-2014 ::


WHAT BEAUTY

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(c) E.P. Robles

The horror of beauty
a risen sun for some
darkness for possessor
Lust-filled stares
an object of confession
such beauty betrays
the inner soul of most
Beauty alone knows
no division of soul

:: 03-03-2014 ::