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Rsebd Jul 2018
Imagine meeting someone who wants to learn your past.
Not to pass judgement or use it against you,
but to understand the ways you need to be loved.
Maybe we’ve crossed paths, maybe I have yet to meet you.
Regardless of the circumstance, my promise to you remains the same.

I promise.

There will never be a moment when I don’t love you with my whole heart.
I won’t ever stop choosing you.
Your happiness is priority number one;
I’m sure your smile has the ability to make me weak in the knees.

I promise.

To continue to challenge you to challenge yourself.
Together we will work to become the best version of we, that we can be.
You won’t ever feel alone.
I vow to be your strength when you can’t find it in yourself to carry on.

I promise.

You will always be protected.
God as my witness I will not let any harm come on to you.
Comfort and safety is what you’ll find wrapped in my affection.

I promise.

To love you the best way I know how.
And tell you how beautiful you are, every single day.
I won’t ever stop adoring or learning about you.
And when we’re 80 I’ll still look at you with the light of love in my eyes.
Our conversations will never come to an end.

I promise to love you, even when you hate me.

I promise to stand by you, until my dying breath.
Rsebd Jun 2018
I wish to see the way your eyes beam before the morning sun.
Rest my hand in the small of your back,
pull you closer for the day’s first kiss.

Wouldn’t it be wonderful?
Your head lay just beneath my chin, snuggled up close.
So close strands of your hair get trapped in my beard,
tips of wild ones tickle my nose.

Beautiful it would be,
to feel the warmth of your hand lying gently on my chest;
the tip of your ******* tracing tail feathers of a phoenix.
Increasing vibrations of my heart.

Simply gorgeous, your smile.
I wonder how it looks during sunrise after a full moon.

Can you see it too?
Me running my fingers through your hair,
gently working through tangles while you tell me about your day.

It could be so sweet,
blasting jams by big bands while dancing in the stars.
You ask to hear ghost stories about my tattoos and scars.

You say you feel it too?
A desire to be close and place your hands in mine.
Waiting for the moment you touch your lips to my collar bone.

Imagine you and me.
Wrapped in one another,
stretching moments between time and space.

Just think of how easy it would be.
I’ll fall for you while you fall for me.
<3
Rsebd Jun 2018
Her legs opened in the fashion a flower blooms,
proper and poised.
She exposed to me a rarity, the most exotic of fruits.
She offered herself to me and I gratefully accepted.
There is something so beautiful about a partially tamed woman.
The thickness behind her hips rested gently in my hands.
I kissed the tender flesh of her inner thigh,
all while teasing her with my fingers.

She’s soft as snow but warm inside.

Her skin tasted of sugar and spice,
my fingers like candy.
I was hypnotized the moment her pearl touched my lips
and I tasted the sweetness of her desires.
She had me where she wanted me and I didn’t let up.
Her pit wept upon my chin while I devoured the surrounding fruit.
I felt her body shake and I knew she had nothing more to give.
I leaned back to lick the spot just below my lip,
I marvel at the flavor of you.
Delicate and sweet.
I surrender.
Rsebd May 2018
I set myself up for failure.

My hand got heavy and I was a much too liberal pouring bourbon into my coffee.
I took my first gulp, the essence of oak barrels and rye devoured my taste buds:
coupled by a warm comfort that settled in my chest.
I lifted the mug to my lips and drank more, this time faster.
With no more than bourbon and coffee in my system I stumbled up the stairs to seek refuge in bed,
to no surprise I was met with the warmth of another human.
With my left-hand high and my right-hand low,
I rediscover my sense of touch and identified the ample ******* and wide hips with a woman to whom I once made love.
What have I done? How did she get here?
She felt the weight of my hands when I touched her,
rolled over to face me then lifted her hand to stroke my beard.
It was a moment of ecstasy.
Scenes of past affairs are recalled from memory and I’m instantly ready to dive deep into her sins like I had several times before.
I lift my finger tip to trace a map of where my lips would press next.
I started at her right ear lobe, moved my hand down and across the course of her torso, worked my way down her legs and wrapped back up to meet the middle of her thighs.
She gasped,
she knew what was coming next and begged for me to kiss her.
The moments to follow were simply exhilarating;
mind-blowing, heart-pounding, earth-shattering, exhilaration.
Soon she’d peak.
All at once her body became tense and she melted into the sheets.
Every lie we had ever told came to light when we engaged the flesh.
She tasted of uncertainty and deceit,
black coffee and bourbon.
Some of my favorite things.
I felt like dishonesty and mischief,
she knows I’ve been up to no good.
I lay facing the ceiling while she gathered her things and dressed to leave.
Neither of us spoke a word because we knew the severity of the mistake we made.
If anyone knew what we had done, they’d believe we had gone mad.
Maybe we had.
Neither one of us were sure but we did know that we could never see each other again.
We’re toxic as friends and deadly as lovers.
Nothing good can come from this.
Rsebd Apr 2018
I remember the first time I shared a dance with the devil.
We cut lines and spun circles until we couldn’t feel our feet beneath us.
Our bodies so close I felt the sweat beading on her neck.
She fed me venom from her lips,
a searing pain set in my flesh and I lost feeling in my mouth.
I felt a drip and my throat went numb, the energy was electric.

I pulled her in and kissed her harder, our lips so chapped they cracked under pressure;
iron crept to my taste buds but I didn’t care,
we just kept dancing.
The only thing that mattered was that we found comfort in one another’s demons.
Our bodies moving in unison was the closest the world would ever get to magic and I knew I would never be that free again.
Dancing with her gave me a sense of power,
like nothing would ever hurt me, like I could do anything.

She made it okay to feel.

I’d heard of her eyes before our unforgettable encounter;
they were known to diminish the character of a decent man.
Warned not to get involved I naturally did the opposite.
All I could think about was those piercing green eyes.
She had a peculiar smell,
the chemicals in her perfume so prevalent that my eyes watered as it made its home in my nasal cavity.
I knew then that she would change me,
to be frank I didn’t too much mind.

We went on many adventures together,
she was my first choice for music festivals
my only friend on a non-stop flight.
Each time she was with me my heart would tap-dance when I heard hers beat.
I fell further in love when my heart tapped so hard it nearly danced out of my chest.

My energy levels set in a constant high all because of the carelessness that traveled through the sway of her hips.

This woman won control of my emotions,
so much so that I hated who I was without her.
Her embrace was my happy place and I’d be willing to give my life to be wrapped up in hers.
Lost in her I knew I couldn’t live this way much longer,
I had to escape the curves of the white dress.
I hit the pavement.
I noticed the world start to fall the further I got away from her
nothing was as fun as it was before
Life without her is drab, but I’ve got to do what’s necessary to keep myself alive.

She was never good for me.
Rsebd Apr 2018
There’s residue on my torso, dark twisted and tainted by blood.
I’ve seen this once before, convinced that I would never be here again
The aesthetics are casualties of war.
I’ve lost control of the cannon in my chest.
Rsebd Apr 2018
Hello,
I hope you’re doing well
I thought about you the other day,
and I hope you haven’t forgotten how much I adore you.

I miss the way you speak;
sounds of sweet melodies play when words press through your lips.
The way you called my name resonates in the chamber that holds my soul.

You meant so much to me
but I’m glad that you’re no longer a part of my life.
A life without you would be more bearable
than carrying the burden of the memories we made.

I pray for you everyday
that you feel love for someone the way I felt love for you.
All I’ve ever wanted was to see you happy.

I started drinking more when we went our separate ways.
I couldn’t handle my emotions,
I didn’t want to stay sober enough to try.

I often look at pictures we took together,
it never took to many tries to get the perfect one.
My arm around your waist, flashes of love in your eyes.
We were so beautiful.

Every time I think about you it physically hurts.
I want so badly for you to feel it too,
that way you could know how loving you left me in ruins.

I feel so foolish,
my heart isn’t equipped to forget the person it felt for most.
But I fear I was never of much importance to you.

You left your fingerprints on my heart.
Sometimes I still feel you pulling at my heart strings.

No matter what you’ll always be a part of me.
You did something for me that others have tried and failed.
You set my soul on fire.
For You My Love
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