some loves bout lost come go almost all sorts
motives remain true pure until find not
list least cain hope fewer no good reports
still life like love moves backing forth cold hot
back outing again own each such sigh wish
loss lasts long gone fast run use eye oui next
stuff split rough two there one bright here blue dish
but still be same unself self sans pretext
wait patient fourth floor first ready confess
one day then now was dreamed real life unfold
four most seven great death comes not success
some would telling kisses end life untold
try may believe yes if not near reverse
mind conceives lives another universe
Knack for keeping kisses and kindnesses kindled while
Yoking yearnings to stars without yielding to fear yarns and
Leaping over list of limits doctors labelled as his life so he may
Eagerly enjoy evidence of all his joyous emotions empower
When lilly kisses rose
and lilly I did know
and trees I thought
grew very deep
and lived
within the forest.
And green
the hay is sweet
and brown
dry moss cries
why.
And lillies white
remind the sky
blue cotton
clouds they swirl.
There grew the two.
so dear
most thought.
Short breath
two centered
scents.
And how
before
them both
I stood
once near
their hearts
too far.
And when
I know
how
roses grow
and pressed
so hard
was I.
And cups
of milk
I loaned to
them
cinnamon
and spice.
Sugar sweets
they made
from them
and
now to know
both why.
While
lilly bridged
sweet roses
bank as
water rushes
by.
She resisted my kiss in the light,
I still felt that a kiss would be right.
But was caught unaware,
By her boyfriend, Joe Bear...
Now, I'm kissing the sidewalk goodnight!
The moral of this story...
Don't kiss another man's lips...
Not without his permission, at least!
Been riding on love's painbow,
Need wide variety lips.
Came looking for a rainbow,
All I found was more Q-tips!
Honey, can you hear me?
I'm calling from the grave.
I long to have you near me,
It's my heart you have to save.
Eleven years without you,
And my heart is growing cold.
But, the light still shines about you,
Just have to wait till you get old.
So, when it's near your final rest,
With your all endearing charms.
Just lay your head upon my chest,
And sleep in my hungry arms.
Chorus:
Though our love has been set free,
Still, my heart you have to save.
Till the day you're next to me,
I'm sending kisses from the grave.
Nature beams golden
Beach cathedral paints with light
Cosmic art kisses
We made a bet
I hope to win
And if I do
I'm cashing in
One kiss per poem
You promised me
If I reached 1,000
Collectively
So I made a wish
May it come true
You might not remember
But I certainly do
1,000 poems
I'm almost there
Then 1,000 kisses...
Everywhere
It's a ghost she screamed
Then she fainted
But no darling
It was the spirit she drank
She's so high
Hennessy to be precise
Her vision was blurry.
Now she's unconscious
Right in my bedroom
She drank to stupor
The DJ overwhelmed her
I have no clue, what to do
I've poured her water
But she wants a kiss
She said; my kisses is the water of life.
I hope she wake up
Don't wanna lose her
I keep saying to myself
Silently while I wait
Then I heard a whisper
Kiss me once more
Your kiss is so soothing and liberating
I never knew she was pretending
Just to get a hold of me.
Say you love me
like I love you
often and always
a million times
embrace me
consume me
burn me with kisses
If you go deaf
I will stop listening
If you go blind
I will stop looking
If you die
I will stop living
.
.
Songs for this:
Lover Girl by Laufey
Habits (feat. Haley Reinhart) by Scott Bradlee's Postmodern Jukebox
In a Manner of Speaking (feat. Camille) by Nouvelle Vague
His kisses were forbidden—intense and forceful, surpassing his first and second. But his third smooch was as cold as a Bollywood kiss.
true love
isn`t just kisses
but caring when one is ill
resting by the bedside at night
that makes a real spouse.
Sometimes
I want to melt
with the morning—
ride the sun,
swing to the clouds,
sing in your voice
just once.
I never actually told you
how I adored
those few soft hairs
that escaped
the grip of your bun.
How they danced
without permission.
How I loved them
for it.
If kisses could be sent
through regret,
you’d have one
this Christmas—
wrapped like a gift
I should have sent
last July.
"Echoes of Her"
I miss her luscious lips, the way they’d part,
Whispering love, then silencing my heart.
Tantalizing kisses, like fire and wine,
Left a burn on my soul — sweet and divine.
The fragrance of her perfume haunts the air,
Like ghosted memories tangled in despair.
Each breath I take, it aches like a crime —
A scent that holds me captive in time.
Her shampoo’s scent still lives on my skin,
Soft floral echoes of where we’ve been.
It clings like hope I cannot shed,
A trace of heaven where angels once tread.
Her hugs — oh, those powerfully warm tides,
A storm of passion where safety hides.
Wrapped in her arms, I could forget the world,
As love in spirals and sparks unfurled.
But what I miss most, what tears me apart,
Is the beat of her heart against my heart.
A rhythm now silent, cruelly displaced,
By an emptiness only her love can replace.
warm
cuddling
you and me
want more kisses
love
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