A beautiful whisper
A seductive touch
A passionate gaze
Then midnight rush.
Tag: poem
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The shattered pieces of me remain behind and unswept,
Still strewn on the floor where my eyes first wept.
I awake, still broken, wanting to be whole again,
Hoping that my soul will finally mend.
The sorrow of my heart seems to never end.
I keep falling — but not in love again;
I just keep falling,
Like raindrops
Without end. -
You took my once cold heart
And gently wrapped it in your warmth
I had lost faith in love
Because I had been hurt
But you became my saving grace
And I learned to once again embrace
True intimacy
When I began to touch your face
And then the tears streamed
And my soul screamed
As I released emotions from a place
I didn’t know I had within me
Then held you in my embrace
And it was then you told me
What you saw in me
And we wept together
While my spirit poured out
All the love that I had in me
And then I lovingly
Whispered three words to you
In sincerity -
The feral sun shines on pixie dust
that glitters in-between purple raindrops that fall on us.
In our mother’s womb we all lived in darkness once,
then breathed in light—
but the other darkness came and swallowed some of us
in a long goodnight.They were shiny and unbreakable like metal once—
but then sat listlessly and began to rust.
Oh heaven what will become of us,
if we are unloved with no one to trust?The other darkness, it stalks—
and to mercilessly consume is what it wants.
In twilight glare, wide eyes they stare
to drown the darkness in the moonlight’s tears.
In winter winds on a full moon night,
diamond tears are shed to reflect the light. -
Use my heart as a blank canvas
and let love guide your hands
to paint beautiful pictures.
After you finish, write your name
indelibly on me, so the world
will know that I am yours.
I am not a perfect canvas,
for I am flawed,
yet your loving brushes
have already filled me
with gorgeous backdrops
and vibrant colors;
You take your time,
and everyday, you paint a little more
in passionate patience.
Your devotion is something to behold;
There is beauty in the strokes
of your wrists alone.
After you exhibit me, take me home;
Hold me close to you,
and make me your own.
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In euphoric tones I hear you speak to me;
In intimate whispers you let go,
And reveal your long hidden intricacies.
In your loud passionate release,
You cannot lie.
Your intensity immerses me in the depths of you.
I bathe in the sounds of your ecstasy.
I Listen intently, to capture the rare pieces of you;
My souls screams.You intrigue me in mystery.
I adore you in wonderful simplicity;
Like when your hair is pulled up as you lather yourself gracefully,
Or how your blue silk robe seductively moves against your body.
In my love for you, I give you all that is within me.
The scent of your perfume is floral and heavenly.
To capture your essence, I kiss you,
And hold onto you tightly. -
Through subtle looks of longing I hold on to you.
Through delicate movements, I approach you in measured passion.
The tones of you are like vast fields of fuchsia flowers
Accented with white gardenias.
On lush green pastures heaven’s rain falls in ultramarine blue.
The balance of our intimacy is a precise ballet,
With beautiful silk ribbons and lace embroidery;
The silhouette of your neck captures the essence of your femininity.
Chandelier earrings compliment your dress like large raindrops
That fall gracefully over the tall lights of New York City.
I fall; I fall without inhibitions, releasing all my love to you, willingly.
I fall without fear, because I know the depths of you will save me.
In your immersion, the waves of you wash over me.
I give to you every part of me, yet I am not empty,
For it is your love that … -
You are loved.
You are beautiful flowers
arrayed in different colors.You are precious.
You are worth more than beryl,
gold, and diamonds.You are priceless.
The light in you, shines brightly.
You are like the moon in the sky
that shines nightly.Though you may not have many gifts this year,
or any at all, remember in your heart there is a song;
remember, you might shed tears and be sad,
but it will not last long.You are not less than, you are more than
you can ever imagine.Always stand tall, even in the face
of cruel whispers and mockery
from those with more material possessions.The angels look upon you.
You are heaven’s passion.
— Merry Christmas
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Shattered innocence becomes the blood of vengeance.
Ruthless utterances long to escape the long held silence.
The days of mercy wane for hidden monsters;
The infliction of pain at their hands, will never be forgotten.
They will stand in the congregation of their victims,
And give an accounting.
Gleeful hearts will savor the hour of their sentencing;
Justice will be immediate; there will be no pardon.
Pleas for leniency will fall on deaf ears,
Because of the walls that wept, the screams, the torment,
And the children’s tears. -
On that night she said to me, if it should come for me, remember me, not through an overthought eulogy, or even your last moments with me, but instead, me kissing you, and you holding me tightly, without fear, right before our transcendence of ecstasy; and in my grave concern, I made several inquiries as to what could ever take her away from me, and her only words were, promise me. But I cried incessantly, and in my weeping, she comforted me, touching me warmly, as her hair fell and brushed against me; and I held her, and kissed her, and with her body in my embrace, I talked to her lovingly, and said, baby, whatever it may be that comes for you, will also have to come for me.
