A mind spinning
feeling and reeling
In possibilities endless
Of winning in faith
Favors of a soul to mend less
And tend more
Seeking and finding
Pleasure to treasure
Knowing that to be in
Would be true
Truth of joy
Not to toy
In Toying with romance found
Feet no longer touch ground
While time killing
To be seduced
"I bet I can read your mind"
"You’ll never read my mind"
He closes his eyes
Her face closer to his
He takes a peak
kissing his cheeks
opening his eyes
"I predict it"
"I am thinking about it"
I want to make patterns on your skin, make art
with my fingertips.
And my lips to drag across
Your soft lips separate as you let out a sigh.
I want to hear that crave, that relief, that satisfaction you get when you are near me.
I want to plant kisses all over and watch them grow.
I want you, not just for lust but cause I love you.
Today i met a person,
n my heart started beating fast,
together we smiled,together we njoyed n was for each other everytym,
n my heart beat turned into love,
He rang me up and said,
"I have smthng to say",
my heart beat agn started beating first ,
n i look my best to meet him,
bt whn i heard dat
"smthing "he wanted to say ,
my heart broke into pieces,
as my love didnt reach him
As i was going bck
i saw another guy , n my heart started to beat agn ,
i realized it was not "love " it was juz an "infaution"
Well I live down by the beach,
next to the green Floridian Sea.
I like to dig my toes in the sand,
sipping some sweet ice tea.
My red lips can rock your world,
I’ll have you down on your knees.
I’m not a natural red;
I chop my hair once a week.
I can whisper you a limerick –
if you come share a bed with me.
If not, maybe a metaphor?
I’ll turn you into poetry.
But greatest talent is my tongue –
come get a taste,
you’ll know what I mean.
I can pull my fingers through your hair,
I can tell you all my dreams.
I’ll be your bombshell queen.
But by the morrow, I’ll be far out sea.
With my eyes closed I'd let my hands roam across your skin, reading all your goosebumps like braille.
I'd listen to your body telling me how to respond, speaking with my hands in case my tongue and lips fail.
Nonverbal conversations because actions speak louder, and conversations getting crazy in these late hours.
Speaking yet not speaking. Kisses are breathtaking. Touching. Squeezing. Holding a conversation.
Nervous? I'm searching but i'm still uncertain. Think you can make this heart fulfill its purpose?
Beneath the surface I'm imperfect. Yet on the surface still imperfect. It makes no difference if we pull these curtains.
Let's leave them closed then and stay here. Lay here. Say we're in a race here, but i'm not tryna finish first...
Pillow talk and under covers with these conversations. Before I hit a home run i cover all my bases. ;)
I still remember you
I lost you because non-commitment was all I could give.
Now I wake with my sheets soaked with the residue from my nightmares, suffocating me.
I long for those days when the sun was setting and hand in hand we'd sit, in silence.
You'd pull me closer to share your excitement with me; grab a fist full of my hair to allow you to enter into matrimony with my lips.
I long to have your presence next to me; to see the rise and fall of your chest reminding me that that is where my home is.
To have you wake me in the morning with your arms protectively caressing me, rhythmically and suggestively moving along my body...
To have you send shivers down my spine with your hot breath as I feel you smile into my neck
I remember your lips became the metaphor for our young hasty affair:
your lips often grazing every crevice on my body, arousing feelings in me I never thought existed and exciting this dormant precious place between my thighs.
My thighs, which are now the empty hallways you used to roam with so much passion and ferocity used to release waterfalls that cascaded down in a pleasurable release,
long for one more body trembling exhilarating encounter.
But most of all I long to be loved again.