gorged stamens -
the clumsy caresses
of bees
Oh no, I’ve fallen in love again
Why does this always happen to me?
Love is no bigger than a small apple
It reflects in the eye but beats in the chest.
What am I falling out of love with?
I can’t carry every apple I see.
I wait for you
where the road splits in two,
I'm forced to remain
uncertain which path is mine,
yet certain you will come.
I will open my abyss for you,
not as a prison,
but as a place to rest:
for an afternoon so perfect
it could outlast time.
I know, as every moth must know,
that the flame is its destiny:
even though the light was never made
for moths.
Ancient poems resurrected and recited
From the murky depths of history,
You hold, against your breast,
The fresh warmth you now perceive.
I tell you tales of my youth
Of day and night, dawn and twilight.
Alive still in my beating, aching heart,
And now held in my hands to reveal.
You ask me to start from within myself
As I recite these vivid scenes.
I feel still, loneliness when you don’t notice
I’ve shared my sacred dreams.
I think intimacy is more than
an endearing human trait --
Intimacy is what we have when
defenses are down
Intimacy is a lack of fear, with
an abundance of trust
Intimacy is what we have when
we put God First
To discover, each of us, is already
Tops on His list….
I learned what I fear today:
Intimacy. I can’t seem to face
my raw emotions bluntly; in fact
I despise them for being unpoetic
Why be vulgar and direct
when I can hide behind my
metaphors, my harbor; my fantasies, my
buffer—between reality and
my brain cells too proud to be seen
scattered, sprinkled all over—
well, nothing
Even this moment I struggle to simply
write: I’m messy. I’m hurt.
I’m lone and gloomy and primitive and violent.
I can’t speak of my love and hatred in
raw honesty, no—I must be filtered
so when I scramble myself undone on paper
I no longer belong to
me. I’ll be
safe, from me; an
outsider, from me.
Critics say a raw poem
whispers secrets like readers are old friends
But I have long forgotten,
how a girl usually lets her voice confess
In the unspoken stanzas of glance,
A language of love is skillfully enhanced.
Flushed cheeks , shy eyes ,
Glimmering like starry night skies.
The melody of footsteps, a syncronized pace,
A duet of devotion in every gaze.
Fingers touch, cheeks glow red,
Whispered secrets in the heart's closest thread.
The eyes deep dialect, a secret code,
Conveys the heart's deepest abode.
The soft curves of a comforting embrace,
A harbor of solace, calm and safe.
In the gentle tilt of head , a sweet surprise,
In the curve of neck , an invitation lies.
Eyes unite, love's passion burns bright,
Smile glows warm, heart feels just right.
With eyes that lock and hearts that beat,
Our actions whisper secrets sweet.
In every gesture, love is key,
A language universal, for you and me.
~Muskaan
When he to touched her hand
He said:
«Well there’s heat on your skin!»
«I can feel it!»
«If I had my dick inside you?
Right now!
…Would it?
Would there still be heat?
Like this?»
Then a shade of pleasure passed over his face;
That shade of pleasure that was on his face was burning her up between her thighs she remembered the feeling of him inside the first time. She longed for it every time she met his eyes.
Collaboration with venividi_vicii
I’m a woman with class and I come with a little bit of sass
I work hard and I am working to achieve my dreams
Making it in this life is not always an easy thing
There’s so much on my mind
I need to feel at peace and that’s where you come along
You know how to loosen me up
All I need is one touch
Being in your presence is enough
Laying my body next to yours
Just having you around me makes me feel at peace
I need you
I can breathe when I’m finally with you
No one has my heart
Daddy is who you are to me
You know how to have me begging for more, please
All the outsiders can’t tell me anything about you
I’m so into you
Whisper in my ear and tell me you want me
Tell me that you love it and you own it
It’s all for you and only you
Intimacy. Such a funny feeling? yet something so revealing. Clothes are removed one by one, but not many people wait for a certain someone. They crave intimacy, and they begin with anybody. From the way that you touch, barely but full, and as the lights go out and the room goes dull. That’s not what I want with you, ya. I crave intimacy too, but I’ve never wanted it with anyone but you, I want to get to know you. be there when you cry, learn when you want me to hold you, I don’t want to get to know you, as your skin is in my view, I want to know you past your skin. I want to see what you hide, I want to love you deeper than your mind. That’s the kind of intimacy that I love and behold, I don’t to know you past your clothing, I want to know your soul. Someday, I will fade from your memory, but promise you won’t forget me, I’ve died to many times, just to live with you a little, I hope you don’t find this love letter brittle, I love you.
I’d like to slip behind
the silence of your eyes,
to wander the remembered roads
your footsteps once believed in—
to see what you saw,
to feel the ache of your longing
before the world taught you
what not to reach for—
and to find the child
who once asked why—
and is still waiting
for an answer.
I’d sit where memory
holds its breath in the dark,
listening for the story
you never gave voice to—
the one that made you flinch
behind your stillness
when no one was watching,
the one buried so deep
even your dreams can’t plumb—
and what spirits hurry
to dance and whirl beside you
in the hush of 3 a.m.
And if you let me near
that secret turning place—
where wonder once opened
before fear learned its name—
I would not speak,
only breathe beside you,
and keep the silence warm
until you remembered
the sound of your own voice
clear, unhidden and alive.
writing you these words
to love you
in the form of prose
as I’ve loved you by my fingertips
and in the beating
mechanism of my soul,
the being and un-being of it all
so let me touch you still,
memories new and far
and soon to be,
the day and night we called
over and over
through the fear and pain I discovered
I didn’t have to be strong
all the time and I just
needed you
my only real fear now
is being kept from you
when you need me, my only want
is your arms to sink into
do you know,
can you feel
the joy I feel when you
lie down and pull me in? it’s
a feeing like i’ve had it all
and so nothing can really be taken,
like loving you when we’re old
would be easy - for us,
and i could die smiling
right here in those moments,
over there in those words
when you call me your angel
in the form of a whisper
Intimacy’s no guarantor of pleasure
~ Loneliness knows what to measure
"Four Days"
Four days bathed in golden light,
Held so soft, yet held so tight.
You cared for me in ways so rare,
With quiet hands and tender stare.
You fed my soul, you warmed my skin,
A gentle touch, a love within.
Cooking, laughing, easing time,
Each moment wrapped in something divine.
Your hands were home, your arms my rest,
A sanctuary, safe and blessed.
You knew my needs before my plea,
In four short days, you cherished me.
You kissed me deep, yet loved me more,
Through little things, not keeping score.
Four days, yet etched like sacred art,
Four days, you touched my heart.
Ardor feels are divine
Bodies erotically entwine
Caresses eagerly connect
Desires meet to intersect
Emotions feed passion
Fondlings sassy fashion
Gasps praise movement
Hearts pump excitement
Intimate whispers tingle
Joining lips mingle
Kisses feed desire
Loins share ardor’s fire
Moving hips enthuse
Needy bodies fuse
Outcries express zeal
Pleasure pulses appeal
Quenched libidos slake
Ravenous wants take
Silk sensuality grooves
Tantalize rhythm moves
Unleashed hunger plunders
Velvet kisses thunder
Waves ebb and flow pleasure
Xanadu houses flesh treasure
Yearnings flame with lust
Zing intensifies thrust
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