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A WORD WITH YOU
01:48
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a word with you... now... so long over due... that I find
we.... spilling... both of hour... selves over into... the wee early portions of the... come of dawn.
in the toast of lyrical liqueurs... I find we... the pour of... post party... conversations... we each the stir of flavor within a glass of good vibrations.
the breathe of solicitous sensations... that were... last night's
temptations all night... in the never parting of anything but lips... til the see... of early morn...
the wet of fingertips... and tongue that never meet... a nakedness that reveals in we... so much more... than skin deep to see...
yet... we not in deed... remove its clothes
an exposed... afterthought in the aftermath of... mental stimulants... the scent of intellectual intoxicants... that have their own depth and level of touch.
we are both... yawning so much... but... we just can't seem to let go... cause there's no boredom on the border of our fascination as it flows between... the go between...
now caught between these eyes and lips... this breath of nose... the compose of a verbal kiss... a word that wills itself.... to surrender itself... in a seductive exchange of thought....
a word with you…
Pantherion Prime from Pantherion Prime Scribes © 2013
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WHEN SHE BREATHES
04:00
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SHE BREATHES
she breathes
when she... breathes
she breathes deep.
even in her sleep
it seems
she... breathes
through paper
her words written
in its... ink spills
with the pen... of her
most distinctive signature.
when she... breathes
each sentence... same
as it ever was
it is... wisdom then... and now
in its come again... is that thing
that she breathes
when she... breathes
she breathes
letters... on the leaves
she... breathes like
the feathered ones
in the trees... so high
upon the branches in
endless pagnations
a first eye... situation
divided in thirds... a
pretty look
into the book
of the imaginative...
a word... before... the word
she... breathed
and then became... the
worth she was... the bleed of
what gives the atmosphere
and stratosphere... their heights
the compose
of those... patterns... that take
their flight
the decompose that... be
the leave of... life
in the very breathe
of death
when she breathes
she breathes... the
matters of the
inhale and the exhale
in her... holy inspiration...
even in a waking state
she the surmise of rising sun
she to the rise... and she
to the maximum
of waxing moon
it is assumed...
she breathes good
morning noon...or night
she breathes
she breathes
she breathes
she breathes
when she breathes
she breathes deep
she breathes
she breathes
she breathes
when she breathes
she breathes
my blues away
the muse of me
that plays
she indeed.. like the
fallen lead
of some...
stringed instrument
some... winged creature
beautifully alighting softly
in delectable effect.. yes!
when she breathes
when she breathes
when she breathes
when she breathes
she breathes deep
she breathes
she breathes
she breathes
when she breathes
she like... the arrested development
of a moment thus set free
to be... no more lonely
upon my pillow book fantasies
and pantiless ...eye fantasies
the length of her
naked brevity
when she breathes
when she breathes
Pantherion Speaks through PRIME Scribes © 2014
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UNSPEAKABLE THINGS
03:35
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no need in lying...
no use in my denying
what I have… ALL ready
told you boldly...
that which I... ALL ready
have… admitted to
what seems to me so long ago…
to doing... these
unspeakable things...such...
unspeakable things...
within the mind of me... to you.
such unspeakable things
as is the delivery of
the divide of me... into
not one... not two
but... three more of me ... to
the explore of you
I to… the very depths of you
to live freely in the timing left
the overwhelmingly uncanny
lingering in the lining… of my touch.
the thrusts between each
bite and suck… the pinch
and singe of…lick... and stick that
unrestricted that you love... so much.
that which brings the whole
of the soul's extraction
through and to the spine
and to the brain
in the returning back
to ALL the happenings... in such.
the very prick and fuck
of every blessed…crack and
whatever crevices… that I
to cover the knowing probe
of my lover with.
yea! these… heavy loads of me
that leave these… imprints of
the seeds of I these parts of me
I living as them… as I AM
giving them… up on the…
every inch of you.
the cum whispers here
to hear of
lobe of ear... the open highway
of your thighs
to the do of you… to my eyes
so beautiful
the rise of twin peaks tweaked
as I the sun to lie between the
lips of your mons venus
my pen the sea monster in the
wet and sweat of your veneer
I to put both its tip and
a bit… of this underside
upon your clit with the
flattery and
flittering of my… tongue.
the steady drip
the that pours and leaks
from the very rush
and gush of love.
the light of brush fires
with the burning liquid
when once it is…I cum...
and in this release
of the fiery gleam of
what be but my desires
this lust thus flushed into the
rapids of...your stream of river's rush.
and oh! the ooh… and ah!
of the very lush of this!
quite… contrary and vile
no need in lying...
no use denying my child… its true.
I have ALL ready
died here with you … many a time
indeed… many more than
one time trying not to.
told you boldly what I... admitted to...
such... unspeakable things... yes
such... unspeakable things...
as what I ever do herein...
the mind of me... to you...
Pantherion Prime from PRIME Scribes © 2014
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MAKE MY SELF APPEAR
I AM in a mental state
that fluctuates between...
one side of the moon
and the other.
I feel myself needing to
empty myself
empty myself... of the
food that I have eaten
the ideas that I've consumed.
not knowing... and yet
knowing everything...
I wonder how I can find...
my place in this
what is the fulcrum point
between the two extremes?
what... is the realization of
what I dream... and what is reality?
I see myself... unable to
see myself... in the future.
not quite sure what has been
of the past
what... are the next steps
that I must take?
what are the choices
that I must make on my own?
I AM a tender... and yet a rough.
I AM a cinder... a sender of fire
and yet a wave of water
empty... cold.... extremely hot
ALL at once...
unable to make myself... appear.
pantherion speaks through prime scribes © 2014
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THE PARADOX
04:44
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a self-admitted paradox
a self-admitted paradox
apparently
I could never be... anything… or anyone
but a tight fit... inside of any other.
too cramped to breathe
born to be… just... too stubborn to die.
the one EYE opened of me… upon the One.
naught but the first sight of me…
caught in the paradox... the Pandora’s box...
of she...
a self-admitted paradox
a self-admitted paradox
she my Moon… and I... ever her Sun .
the cross of Solstices… the quality of we
the secret speak of... the Equinoxes
eclipsed in the spill of the secretions in the
milky white in… silky pink... and red.
she the ink of me...of blood on sheets…
the discovery of my lyric
is ever found in she
and I could try with
ALL my strength… and I could lie... with ALL my might
I could swear… not to lie with her
but I could never ever… truly be
with any other… lover…
no one moves me quite
so eloquently… no... none… but she.
a self-admitted paradox
no… no frame indeed… needed for me
none... but her tongue…
none... but her touch...
none... but her name...
I a freak... beneath covers of my release
when I so deep inside of her… she is to me
my Divine Providence… my mind’s token no doubt
and... though I rule with prominence…
not so wily
as much as I reserved… I so livid with lust while...
standing over lovely body...
refusing her touch at first… denying my thirst I
eventually… indulge my greed.
a self-admitted paradox
a self-admitted paradox
a self-admitted paradox
a self-admitted paradox
the gorge of my hunger for her…
I… a changling indeed… once the lights go out
and the call of ALL my darkness... of
ALL my monsters...
ALL my beautiful creatures... cum out.
she becums me…
she becums me
she becums me
a self-admitted paradox
there is a need or a
changling you see… when I cum slowly
in the rivers of her love.
a self-admitted paradox
I ALL though… ALL ways different… she
never knowing holy... me... apart from her
my heart longing… for her
once…
twice…
three times...
a self-admitted paradox
a self-admitted paradox
or...maybe we two remainders of an equation.
a self-admitted paradox
a self-admitted paradox
unsolved… yet we be resolved… in such things
we two forever One… so old yet… so forever young .
for a changling... is but a changling... indeed…
a self-admitted paradox
a self-admitted paradox
ALL and nothing
and ALL though it seems like we could never be...
we are... never not together.
a self-admitted paradox
we to be… ALL just the same
a self-admitted paradox
a self-admitted paradox
though... sometimes... I wonder....
Pantherion Prime Speaks through PRIME Scribes 2014
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could I love you more?
I would surly burst into a million pieces...
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1-800-TOUCH TONE REFLECTIONS
1-800-touch tone
reflections
sticky keynote
selections
when once we
let loose this wet of
you and I... of
your and my
seductions sweet.
a little "hey love"
on a tweet
or a hello so.. mellow
if you must... but
lust let it be
that... whenever you
must call me
and whatever you
call me just...
let it be the suck and
squeeze of me
just like candy
from last to first
a burst .
just let it be
a little bit of let it do
what it do... to the
lemon drop of these
fantasies
the drop of these
panties that I see... we
be the dirty deeds of
these sexxy voices
falling past the
fading static
of such dropped
transmissions as have
once lived in dead zones.
we be... phone sexting
we be... punching and redialing
and *69'n til next moanin'
til next... moan.
1-800-touch tone
reflections... these
sticky keynote
selections from
the write now through
the night... the tingling
of this... lustful jones.
we heavy breathing
til early mornin's dawnin'
'til when... this ear candy
melts its seethes into...
what it be...you clearly hear
add you... hear and see hypnotically
in and as this... button push of
top notch
user friendly
erotic technology.
the light whispers of
these lips
to appear as fantasy tips
that more than slip off
they so... soaked up
under panties... up
under clothes
you... hosed up from that
curl of toes
down to this... slow drip
that ever-flows... so low
that one... if not both of them
e're goes the demands of
those lecherous fingers
you to... never... leave off going solo.
we that duo... of fist
and fingers... walking through.
so that I... betcha never
say bye now girl
betcha golly wow girl!
they then can... linger there
and let lust... just be yet hands free.
just let it be... you to
call me at
1-800-touch tone
reflections... please...
just let it be...those moans that
will to meet with me
in tongue and lips
and spin sinfully on the
bridge of gritted teeth.
just a little treat
of street car
called desire
til I get these
touch tone reflections
to speed dial
by choice on my poise
of noise on
voice command... I chose
as we round 'bout
on the sidewalk of my
wild talk... see we
on streets to open wide
and the ready of retinas
red to slide behind
sly lines like...
whenever you
call me
and whatever you
call me
just let it be... you to
call me at
1-800-touch tone
reflections... please...
Pantherion Prime from PRIME Scribes © 2014
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INSIDE MY MUSIC and MY MUSE
(Between the Keys)
inside my... music and my muse... between the keys.
inside... my.... music and my muse...
Inside my... music and my muse... between the keys
if you look for me this morning
and you cannot seem... to find me...
I will be lost inside my music
inside my... muse... inside my music
I will be... tossed inside... this tide that peaks
this ride of me... that speaks
inside my music and my muse
in the river's rush... the hush of some... simple melody and such... the giver of.. lush tongue... upon me
the giver of lush tongue upon me...
inside my breathe.
the mind of me... the remind of me... sent dreaming
and set to such...
the hypnotic rhythms of the rimshot's taste...
and the drop of bass... of drum.
no lack of gloss herein... no glum in this
I hear... and write... this... blissful come... of the
understanding of
the right now... the touched chords in the accord.
the key board of... and tune of... lovely strings...
the very thought of you... the fret of me
the letting go of just the little things... to strum...
my blues away...
the let of me ...to just let little things... to strum...
my blues away. .
you see... true.... one way or another
my... dark darling... lover
I will be free today... I will be steeped... in these
that be... the play of these... those... that greet...
and be... the progressions of chords...
the compose of... those I chose...... that... met me where
ever the more and more... are more than those... that
just arc half way... on the beat
of one... and two
and if we must... then we will be together there too...
we two gathered together in such... matrimonial broods
you my... holy bride... and I the groom
ever too... on the... one accord... we would be with it
of synth... and myth
we to... ford the wet... across that... one word of it...
the very drip of it
that makes... depression leave... the fruit.. to pit...
we pitched in naught but what is this... that fits...
the groove and harmony?
yes... I will be lost inside of you my darling...my
music and my muse.
so if you would... seek me out... amidst the shores of lonely
I will be... tossed aside... this tide that peaks
but I will be found only... therein by those... who seek for me
upon the shore of me.
for I've... known... no B flats to ever be found in
and at... nor in that tone of... any time...
within a major key of G.... even if... we be written
in F sharp.
I inside my music... and my muse... between the keys.
inside my music... my music... my music
inside my music... my music... my music
inside my music... my music... my music
inside my...
music... and my muse... between the keys.
inside my...music
inside my...
music... and my muse...
inside my...
music... and my muse... between the keys.
if you look for me this morning
and you cannot seem... to find me
I will be lost inside my music.
Pantherion Speaks through PRIME Scribes © 2014
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well... I've tried my best... to have
a word with you.
if I could...say it without words
say it without words
if I could... I would.... say it without words
if I could... say it without words
this is what I'd say
oh nanna nanna
oh nanna nanna (repeat)
I would say ALL the things
I thought to say... but forgot to say...
without words...
without words.
this is what I'd say...
this is what I'd say...
oh nanna nanna
oh nanna nanna (repeat)
I would light... a single white candle
I would be silent
let the crackle of the flame... do my
talking for me
let the lightening call your name
let the thunder do the same.
oh nanna nanna
oh nanna nanna (repeat)
if I could...say it without words
this is what I'd say
(musical interlude)
oh nanna nanna
oh nanna nanna (repeat)
if I could...say it without words
if I could say it... without words
I would let the rain speak
I would light a single white candle
I would let the crackle of the flame
do my bidding for me.
I would speak to you through these keys.
(musical interlude)
if I could... recite it without lyrics
if I could... say it without words
If I could... read it.... without sheet music
if I could... say it without... words
I would let these keys... speak through me.
if I could... say it without... words
Pantherion Speaks through PRIME Scribes © 2014
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Pantherion Prime Riverside, California
Pantherion Prime is a pen name of mine...
it is an dentity... a personality that I use to
scribe...
and describe the spiritually erotic notions and annotations
of my works in esotericeand rotic poetry.
I AM a multi-disciplinary artist who creates through sculptures through
poetry and music that could... and would reflect
the very essence of me... as a matriarchal man.
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