Ruby Honeytip Poems

She is draped over a chair,
Artfully fashioned
Like a fine piece
Of silk.
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Does he feel the weight press against him?
The weight of cold pressing truth.
Does it force the guilt from his pores like oil?
No..she sees it is light as a bubble....
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My deck of feelings,
Only you can shuffle them,
Your favourite trick
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I feel the energy building...
The gates open and we pour into you,
Excited for what you will pour back.
We are covered in secrets and sunscreen
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He's seen Hell before
And this falls well short.
Does she think she can scare him
With this thrill for bloodsport?
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I am not just a lighthearted sweet,
There’s a conversation I need to start,
I feel the desire to sit and explain,
The higher contents of my heart.
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Your voice eased my torment,  
The second I heard it. 
Somehow,  
My broken jigsaw of a heart clicked into place,  
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She found your words,
You left them behind,
Words from an inked bullet.....
Her love was declined.
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Everyone has a sweet spot,
It's the thing we look forward to,
Something that fires our passions,
And lifts us when we're blue.
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I would taste you up and down,
From the top of you to your base,
Nibble your ticklish places,
Then kiss the smile upon your face.
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