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I love those timeless moments when you sing to me. I forget all else that is surrounding. Truly, I’ve never experienced a sliver of time so pure and melting that seemed as if time was standing still.
I don't want to have meaningless sex just to get it out of the way. I want a love that's real, Powerful, Exciting. I don't want something that's based solely on physical attraction and longing.
Her mom took me to visit her on a windy afternoon. She was lying there on her back looking so lifeless. I quickly walked over to her bedside and looked at her. And I pressed my knees hard against the mattress.
When I need tenderness and a warm embrace, There is someone I can depend on. I have a pretty lady who understands my feelings. When other girls ignored me and left me out, She observed the wistful look on my face.
For Monique .
What happened to the days where I would wake to the sound of rain drops gently kissing the rooftop, and slowly form my body into a familiar ball of intertwining arms and legs
closercloserclothes, hertake off her clothesor bring hercloser
You may be gone, But the bruises you left behind, Have not yet faded. I stare at them numbly as I run my fingers Along my smooth neck, Red and purple dots decorate the delicate skin.
God, our mother, my mother, When you formed me, incubated me Was I apart of your being did you speak in my voice as I sometimes speak in yours?
I miss you,And by you, I mean that feelingThat feeling that once consumed my whole existenceYou made me feel whole,And brought me kisses down my backHugs that were so good I didn’t want to let go
She touches me below the waist and sends an electrical current through my entire body Passionate kissing One body on top of the other Hips rocking and squirming Stomachs touching
he slides his arms around my hips, we sway softly, lips to lips - the words come quiet in the cold, but we are warm, and we are home.
Fingertips trace along a pronounced collar bone. Lips run over a jawline. Hands...carressing... Hands...undressing... Passion, lust, adoration. She's my favorite.
Intimacy Is a tricky thing. It has many layers, Every one going deeper Than the last. The first is touch, Only going skin deep, And just meaning enough To keep you on your feet.
Love me Rid me of this uncertainty Tantric intimacy, lust and anxiety Vulnerability drips into my being Rid me of this uncertainty In low tides and peace Vulnerability drips into my being
As I enter this day, what most do I crave? Unlimited, love-genuine intimacy with someone who never leaves Embraced daily close to a heart that's
i wouldn't know what it's liketo feel the world staring down my backtrying to find the soulin all i do
Breached bodies searching for common ground, Jocking for key positions your arms touching me now,Fully clothed no rush, Our minds are just on lust, Intimate sex, and trust,We get together...*shush, Her finger over my lips, Warm hands on her hips
There once was a time when you came into my life We were once just a friend, teasing each other with playful remarks And giving witty comebacks to each other’s responses.
At that very moment I wanted nothing else, I just wanted all of him to myself.
I'm not afraid of the darkI'm not afraid of heightsI"m not afraid of intimacyI'm not afraid of death I'm afraid of losing my sense of directionNot being able to see ahead
“Within & Without” I see you from afar, A distant blinking amidst the stars,
To have our lips grow closer and then touch, so we may feel each other. (A prerequisite to tasting,
Strange thing, authenticity. It sort of squirms, morphs, blacks out When you stare, But sure enough when you forget it It's there. Ah, I'm a warrior-princess! (I hope.)
Let me straddle your mind Let me lay on top of your thoughts Rubbing & caressing each care away Interrupting them with each touch & feel I can open you up, to love, lifting you up Giving you a high
She's at the door, he walked her up like a gentlemen to say, "good night, I had a good time," feet planted on the third step, open space between the two, eyes conversed, "well good night,"
With a love for you as strong as mine
During the day, You’re sweet And forgiving. You’ve become much less hum-drum And much more self-driven. I admire your faithfulness To delve into your enthusiasm And spend each waking minute
Our two bodies pressed up together The warmth from his chest seizes my body His hands glides from my shoulder to my back and up again I am willfully intoxicated In love with his very touch
"Are you sure you feel okay?" he asked me A bittersweet feeling filled me up to the brim With deep thought. I cried, trying to keep the Demons out of the light.. I worried that
Have you ever wanted to write a poem for someone because having a normal conversation just doesn’t work for you?
Satan's daughter is on my shoulder; In her hand a sword of gold. So I'll stray into her garden, And I'd plant the love we know. And the moon's incoming faster,
There is a sadness that grows inside of me somtimes. Almost like water. Almost like him. It crashes through the shore and breaks through the sand. At times It can take down cities; its destroyed many lands.
Of all the words I could speak,None of them could satisfy my heart,My toung can not tell it what it is feeling,Only my heart knows that,
Your legs wrapped around my head, Lying on your back, lying in bed. Gently kissing your inner thighs, Looking up, only, to see you sigh. Don't stop, please keep going,
Her curves lips buttery smooth hips. Her tender hands hair in soft strands. Her thick lump thighs. Her want-me eyes. Breasts so soft supple
He sits and gazes into my eyes Tears stream down my face I get up clenching my hands and pace upon the floor. “Give me more. What is wrong?”. My tongue is buried
I thrive on intimacy Soft touch Now that it is gone I feel empty Worthless Numb Like there is nothing Like I am nothing I feel like the source that fed me has ran out and I am
You are so important to meyou need to stay out of my journal that does not get written in as much as it shouldout of the scripts that I pick at but don’t sculpt real shapes out ofout of the bullet points on a blog that doesn’t get updated often en
To Flirt, Lust And To Bliss Can Start with One Exotic kiss A Jump Start To A Love Of Forever Charges Your Heart To Power Up Together Holding Hands And Never Letting Go
Little thistle, a prickly pear, how I never saw you there. A little hair with a little vine, unbeknownst this could soon be mine
You think I'm scared of sounding stupid. You tell me it's all right, that I'm "mysterious," That you se the cracks of sunshine bursting through my mask and you want to smash it and set me free.
And there I was In your bed Thinking about being young And what I would’ve said.