intimacy
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Acrylic lens lectured
with Sea’s skin, Sky’s eyes, and Earth’s tongue
In Clouds’ classrooms of purple sequins
I had sewed their mouth shut
with needles of fame
and yarns of destiny
Heaven chose me for glory eternally
This high-flowing day decides grinding verses of nerves
Sky is set to seduce fate out of Time’s lips and Ambition’s room
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.
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
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.
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
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,"
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.
