6 hours ago

i still recall the way he kissed me
on those late summer nights

away from all the world's noises
down near the flowing river

against a firm fetching tree
he leaned in so

i didn't know why he loved the french
kisses so much
but i went along because that's what
he liked

yet between those tender kisses
here & there

he'd chew his mint gum
& i wondered if he really cared

i guess he didn't
#kisses   #summer   #night   #he   #french   #cared  
M Harris
M Harris
4 days ago

Photochromatic Sanity & Fluorescent Visions,
Metallic Vanity Initiating Phosphorescent Collisions,

Luminescent Effervescence In Her Iridescent Constants,
Convalescent Spells Of Her Tumescent Transplants,

Auroral Apertures & Acronycal Fractals,
Floral Kisses Of Her Quintessential Portals,

Velvet Transitions & Twilight Transmissions,
Reverberating Vocal Inhibitions Of Her Satellite Renditions,

Razor Rivers & Rogue Delights,
Shining Laser Echoes On Vogue Nights,

Molecular Suicides In Abysmal Desires,
Drowning In Atomic Oceans Of Her Ethereal Reprisals,

Static Pulses Of Her Prurient Delights,
Amorous Impulses With Hymens Of The Night,

Shaded Whispers & Livid Overtunes,
Serenaded Ceilings In Her Vivid Offtunes.

Condensed Rainbows Over Her Silk Citadels,
Slithering With Oblivious Love Of His Ghostline Vessels.

Extinct Hemispheres Of Her Tender Tracings,
Broadcasting Distinct Light-Years In Spiritual Casings.

- 03:50 AM -

Amanda Shelton
Amanda Shelton
5 days ago

Sweet dreams, my love.
May your night drift you
on cloud nine.
As you collide with the stars
may they fall
and awaken your wishes
to all possibilities of coming true.

I blow you a wish
with my true loves kiss.
May your dreams
be sweeter than honey or wine.

Goodnight my love.

© By Amanda D Shelton

" A night to remember, a night of delight, a night for moonlight lovers, traveling on a blanket of stars and the moons light is their covers."

"Lover's collide with stars crossing their sky's."  © By Amanda D Shelton you can find this quote in my poems.
#love   #kisses   #dreams   #stars   #sweet   #lovers   #wishes  
AD Fox Spirit
AD Fox Spirit
6 days ago

I miss your kisses,
And the sweet bliss we shared.
I remember when we we're free,
I still cannot dismiss these feelings, or stop reminiscing on our past.

We loved a little to soon,
And said the word to loosely,
That was simply our mistake, hopefully we learned.

I still dream of caressing your skin,
And how you beamed when I did so.

Such simple little things, sometimes mean the world.

I cannot get rid of this love,
You were my sweet little dove,
And I will not willingly let you go.

My angel, I know I'll will not be your only one,
But let me be your last little love.

I’m tired of thinking of you all the time,
It’s stupid that I can’t keep you off my mind.
I lay awake at night thinking of pretend kisses
And dreaming one day of being your Mrs.

It’s stupid I know,
But my thoughts are out of control.
I bet you don’t even think of me,
Not for a millisecond it seems to be.

Of course, I don’t know this for sure,
But if you did, I’d like to think you’d send and “Okay sure!”
You didn’t even reply to the last text I sent you,
I bet you didn’t even read my pathetic plea.

Now I waste my nights thinking of lost dreams
All because you made be believe we could be.

Last stanza is definitely my favorite.
#love   #heartbreak   #kisses   #lost   #dreams   #of   #control   #out   #ldr   #pretend  

The moon rises so very high
With dreams flying away
Like a kiss blown in the wind
on a warm summer's night

And it's so very easy to see
stars twinkling so pretty
as sweet dreams vanish
with early morning's light

I have only one lifetime
one life to share with you
If anywhere I could be
I'm choosing to be with you

If a million wishes i have
I would give them all to you
and if a million kisses i have
I'm saving them all for you

#love   #moon   #kisses   #million  
Mar 7

i waste my hands
trying to erase the trace and marks,
the ones you've left
upon my skin and heart.
but they kind of look like art,
so i'll just leave them right there where they are......

#love   #poetry   #broken   #heart   #sadness   #kisses   #art   #hands   #breakup   #skin  

This Is The Story Of Her, New-Fangled Eyes,
Filling Up In Valiant High,
A Sacramental Anticipation,
Victim Of Her Addiction,

Specter Amour Ensemble,
She Kisses So Gentle,

A New Found Glory,
Like What’s The Morning Story?
An Ark Of Optimism,
An Immortal Prism,

A Scope Of Life,
Enslaved To Her Emphatic Hive,
Imbibed Inside Her Metamorphosing Dive,
Eternal Sunshine Of A Spotless High,
Twinkling Fireworks Into The Duskiest Night,
Like The Sprightliest Light,
Painting Me In All Her Colors Of Life,

A Gorgeous Cognizance Blossoming Transcendence Of 90’s Summer,
As She Discos Like A Junior In Spring Summer,
Myriad Instants Of Her Untamable Beliefs
Driving Me In Her Upbeat Beats,
Infinitely Running On Repeat,
Scorching With Her Heartbeat,

An Amour So Sanctified,
Thrills Out All The Unrefined,
Cause To Major Redesign

A Cryptic Princess From Tomorrow Land,
Glued To Her Hand In Hand,

A Wish Of Hazel Eyes,
Relentlessly Every Night,
Cranberry Delights,
Mystical Highlights,

Etched With Infinite Scars Of Her Amours
Into Transcendent Clusters Of Her Own,
Engulfed In Her Moans In Rome,

Surrendered To Her Cryptic Heart,
She’s A Symphony To Mozart,

All She Gives Are Premature Ventricular Constrictions Every Infinite,
Till The Rest Of Her Lives

- 04:21AM

#addiction   #eyes   #kisses   #morning   #victim   #glory   #amour   #prism   #specter  
Mar 2

Your kisses are a bundle of nerves
and the more we lean back
the more we can feel our shattered spines
but having lived is
worth being paralysed,
your hugs are safety
I can never detach myself from,
conjuring up sighs in me
I never get the chance to speak of.

This is the start of a new poetry book, called Cremation (:
Let me know what you think of this one ^.^
#poem   #kisses   #boy   #her   #new   #him   #thought   #me   #nerves   #hugs  

My desires hook themselves to
the lingering dreams of
lost kisses.
Enamelling the decrepit walls
of my
like the soft echoes
of your last whispers,
or like a tortured memory,
drifting and unnurtured
cascading within the depths of

To remember what never was there.
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