Sienna Luna
Sienna Luna
1 day ago

Loads of bubble wrap piled behind

and it crackles like how a stomach

gets twisted on itself after

eons of sleep

decoding it's diaphragm to follow

the blips and beeps and bleeps

encrusted on trusting

a tight gut reaction to

wanting to touch



you.



But waiting is so difficult.



Loads of suds creep up

forming in cysts or scabs

upon stomach encasings

all slimy and orange inside

with a stretchy cover all

deep royal purple with

dark pink veins coursing

through it encoding the

rapture of film recording while

the lining inside gets all clammy

with arousal secretly clenching

this yearning and aching just

wanting to touch



you.



But waiting is so difficult.



It's a difficult, messy procedure that leaves the body exposed if it comes in contact to actual skin and flush and heat and mucus but



it is a necessary step to

colloquial banter within

the clustering of organs all

internally arguing while the

overwhelmed brain tries to keep order and the genitalia hums

all quiet in the corner

because she knows she runs



the show.



And it's funny because the brain knows he'll have to give in to

the actual world of living folks

and climb out of his bundled

fabulous fantasies in order to

make reality plausible.



And in wanting you



and in waiting



I've found myself in visceral shock

to the point where I panic and

all that's jumbled up and bound inside me seems to clench tighter.



And I fear that in waiting for your mutual touch



and I fear that in wanting to be with you so much



I'll collapse under the weight

and never get up.



Loads of words hide beneath me

resting in tubes that resemble

the small intestines in looping

nests of unbridled questions.

Will it be enough to see you

and not touch you?

Will it be enough to talk

with you and not kiss you?

Will it be enough to be chaste

and respectful when all my brain needs to do is test you?

When all my brain wants to do

is clobber you whole, chew, then swallow, spitting out bones?

Freydiss
Freydiss
3 days ago

You came into my life,
Like a shooting star
Across the night sky
I never needed you,
but I wanted you
like a child wants a candy
like a man wants money
I wanted you for my selfish desires

#love   #want   #desire  
Abeja Reina
Abeja Reina
3 days ago

Love doesn't take two
I can love you all by myself
and I do...

Love doesn't take a million dollars
I can love you for free
but love is valuable...

Love doesn't take a lot of effort
I can love you easily
but it takes giving a part of yourself...

Love doesn't need a plan
I can love you with great spontaneity
but love takes passionate devotion...

Love doesn't require all your time
I can love you in the seconds of my day
but love takes a lifetime...

by: B. Peterson
#love   #heart   #desire   #passion   #time   #by   #devotion   #bpeterson  

Cherishing Heaven, where our Souls first embraced.
That moment I touched you,
I knew love guided me to you.

My adorable Angel,
Dreaming of us dancing in the moonlight,

I vow to hold on to you forever,
My adorable princess,
My sweet pleasure,

You are my hope,
The sweet love in my heart,

When I look at you,
I see only you and me,
Living in a world of forever love.

You're so special.
With your great kindness and patience.

When we cuddle close, when our hearts beat together as one,
And our lips taste of sweet love and bliss,
I make a wish.

My sweet desire,
Please, be my lover forever and ever!

Copyright © 2017  Ronald J Chapman All Rights Reserved.

Wang So x Hae Soo || Forever and always yours
https://youtu.be/WxfCejArr10

The hot taste of desire tingles
in reverberating pulses
in tiny pricks upon my
burning tongue
as my lips moisten
at the thought of
meeting yours
in a kiss.

K.R.Dalton
1-17-16 (C)

My muse is on a passionate role. This just poured out.

Thanks for reading! K:)
#kiss   #desire   #passion   #yearning  
Ormond
Ormond
4 days ago

.
On branch of learning tree
Her red hair— roping me,
My arms arrested, twisting
In smoke of dusty morning
And then to walk in joys field
With caved heart so revealed,
A great book of psalms grew
The fruit of laid truths anew,
Words, one working saviour,
Cannot free poor dull knaves
Burning in such simple sun,
What storied fables we sung,
My eyes setting, made blind
O, let free— nailed on high,
Dead alive in my birthrights
Topped off parables of light.

#love   #desire   #passion   #obsession  
eliza t
eliza t
4 days ago

I want him so bad he gives me chills.
I know he doesn't like me;
       he has so many other girls.

#love   #desire   #crush   #like  
Guy Furniture
Guy Furniture
5 days ago

Sitting by the end of the fire thinking...
                                                     ­   
                                                          now what do these people truly desire?

#desire   #rhyme  
Dante
Dante
5 days ago

Trees are the veins of the Earth,
Silhouettes against the night.
Trees are the arms of the Earth,
Trying to touch the sky.

If I gaze upon that sight,
Will I too strive higher?
Or be intoxicated,
By the poison of its desire.

#desire   #night   #sky   #earth   #trees   #allure   #intoxication  
 
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