. . . let my soul sleep

While the spirit dreams

of a new age.

An age where

You are here with me,

loving me tenderly,

I’d caress you lovingly.

Upon all the life can bring,

on all fights of argument and tempers,

I know that your hands will put up to me

and love me as I submit to your lips,

and of your hips to mine.

Coz baby, the makeup is as much sweeter

than fighting with our mouth open,

and ours close.

Oh such sweet forgiveness,

Upon your strawberry lip gloss.

💋💋💋💕💞

©oam

®artsydhude 97-18

™XENOphagz

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Shine me a smile

My dear,

I will come to you,

bearing no idea of gifts, nor pleasure or even 

the greatest hope of treasures.

All of my bitterness of the baggage

first from a past that haunts,

 a rage I cannot deny,

I hold it til it blurs my eye.

This is not mine to give,

will you take it away,

My darling Thea,

My love,

your eyes are my happiness.

your smile banishes everything in sight.

your touch to sense what I cannot.

your love makes me,

what I am not,

for I am weak upon the cradle of your bosom.

for I can be yours of now and the moment

where you lead my emotions into 

a potential in wealth and abundance.

💕💓💋💞⏩👣😏😏🆒📴🆙🆕

©oam

®artsydhude 97-18

™XENOphagz

Poem. ,

a definitive accusations wherein lies a heart dismantled.

a defining minutes of every second of centuries of emotional languishing upon a heart. . .

. . of one’s own amusement;

. . of one’s own lamentations;

but only one true construct

and of condition to train,

One heart remains beating to the rhythm.

would that be,

yours, mine

or someone

who still loves us,

Who can . . 

💥🎭🆕🆙🆒📴🎭💥

©oam®artsydhude 97-18

™XENOphagz

My beloved, Thea.

What face is this,

a face that triggers my loving embrace.

What love is this,

when my heart loves you as the same 20 yrs ago.

When can i have you,

to feel your skin so close,

as close as mine to keep you attached 

as much as possible.

I love you,

is not enough,

I love you,

is a passing wind

I need to hold you,

To make you feel

how truly. . .

how much. . .

and make you know,

I am and will always.

💞💕💓💋🆒

©oam

®artsydhude 07-18.

™ XENOphagz

Pho-m :57

“What is love,

Baby dont hurt me,

No more ”

-Haddaway.

➡⏩➡⏩🔜

Many thanks to love,

A love shared by true lovers abode,

In Trystan’s cup he did admit and accepted,

If love should ever live then til now,

Isolde would have vengeance upon her lips

As would Juliet’s wanton lust  not for Romeo’s breast.

Knowingly that love suffers at the core of being,

Understanding between a man and a woman’s love

endures while one can assume power not only in emotional,

only a love unrequited knows to kiss the floor first than

the lips of that lovers lustful smother upon each other.

💘💘💘😾

©oam

®artsydhude

™XENOphagz

M tee-ness: #7

Weary of my left,

I take it off.

Pain of my callous,

I bare its righteous imbalance.

Not dirty nor filthy but the clothes I shed off,

As I dry thine fingers onto the soul of each hair that does trigger.

You come to me,

Does not ask,

Nor tell,

Not bothering.

Clasping me as your favourite,

Never stopping or complaints of my hygiene.

Kissing all of me, loving me as I am.

I give back as we empty all that there is.

For you I can not give nor take,

willingly or an unconditional.

My love, my beautiful.

My dear beloved Thea.

Drain me of the day

As I empty myself unto you.

🆙🆕🆚🆒📴🔛🔜

©oliver Melendez

®ohms,artsydhude

™XENOphagz

AuVi bb:v99

Silence,

We have been apart from some time.

Here you are beside me.

Loving me,

Sucking all of my rage,

Making love to you is like the love I crave,

Not of flesh desires,

Not lust of my loins.

Coz your time is an infinite love,

That no one can ever fathom nor comprehend.

So I lean on, chills me to the bone.

Gives me shelter,

And never stops to tell me,

Donchaworri,

Im here,

💋.

Doesn’t matter how much, many or just the same.

I am here, no one else is here.

🆙🆕🆗🆚🆒📳📴🔛🔜🔙♈

©Oliver Melendez

®ohms,artsydhude

™XENOphagz

Dedication

To my beloved. . .

You know who you are.

I haved loved you when were introduced ever since.

You became my only barrier of my mind’s programming.

You still are, will and be with me where ever I roam in my lifetime.

My beloved.

-oam 2018.

Days on end

© Oliver Melendez 

™ohms

Were you the one who kept me all along,

Yet a way of seeing things that I feel differently;

Your eyes of Morrigan,

Charmed me in an insanity as Quixote would love his amore.

Admired afar upon a lithe and alluring shoulders of Freya’s glare.

But then only then you come to me again,

Staring a love not of,

But a feeling i wanted so much,

Yes which needed most.

A sister of my own kind,

That loved me most of what I left behind.

Ed.1.v

Days on end

© Oliver Melendez 

™ohms

Love me the worst and bitter sorrow’s of the world hereafter.

All of the yesterday’s joy bring me all my toys.

Then those jalapeno nights and sizzling cuties that left my sight,

That put my thirst not only in sight,

Left me a bitter taste delight

Thus leaving me high and dry…

Only to know what pornography can murder my soul inside.

Begin me a love which I want to have, only to wait 4 decades in tow

To know what a woman should be . . .

To know what equality means. . .

And the will to show me

What Love is and what it needs to be.

Not always we want it as we always see.