Kiss me
Gently
On the lips
And feel
My love
For you
Then wander
Down my neck
To where
My heart
Stutters and
Beats
An uneven
Tune

Touch me
Softly
On the cheek
And feel
My love
For you
Then drag
Your fingers
Down to my chest
To where
My skin
Shivers
And my *******
Bloom

Hold me
Tenderly
In your arms  
And feel
My love
For you
Then press
Every inch of me
Against you
To where
My need
Becomes
Your need
Too

Wet me
Thoroughly
From the inside out
And feel
My love
For you
Then taste
My depths
Wave by wave
To where
My ecstasy
Escapes
As a moan
Your cue

Want me
Desparately
Every inch
And feel
Your need
For me
Then kiss
Your way
Up my body
To where
Our eyes
Meet
And we become
The two-backed beast

**** me
Hard
Like you love me
And feel
My being  
Shiver
Then wait
Move closer
Lean into me
To where
Our bodies
Collide
And we become
Lovers

Make love to me
Truly
Bare your soul
And feel
Our love
As it burns
Then I'll whisper
I love you
As you move deeper
To where
We shake with
Pleasure
In our
Turns

Embrace me
Clumsily
Skin to sweat to skin
And feel
My breath
Across you
Then keep your thoughts
On your tongue
For some time
To where
You find the words to
Say
You love me
Too

Kiss me
Gently
On the lips
And feel
My love
For you
Then reach
Across the sheets
In the dark
To where
Your hands find
Me
Waiting for round
Two

Im a Sapiosexual
Im attracted to The intelligence of the individual.
So......
Lets get undressed
Let show each other Our Subconscious Nakedness.
Your Dialect had me finessed
While your psyche I delicately caressed

I don't want a few inches of deep stroke *******
Id rather have you treat me with some mental stimulation
I gave you a Chance
And you made my soul dance
With just one glance
We have entered a spiritual romance.

You have Massged my intellect and now my  heart wants to follow.
You have quenched my thirst with the sweetest words I will ever swallow
Every time we Converse
You touch the center of my universe
Even though our relationship is strictly Platonic
I find Your heart, mind, and soul so ******
We have so much Chemistry
Cant you tell by our Energy
Our Eyes speak thier own lingo
They are Beautiful Words silently spoken that  only you and I have learned to know.

Crash! Bang! Boom! As we collide like a car causing multiple wrecks
This is what is sounds like when we have *** and not the kind you had with your ex.
But its everytime we go back and fourth with our emojis, hearts, kisses, and I love you Texts.

Your mind has the greastest allure
Its as fathomless as the ocean floor
Its a beautiful sight to expore
You leave me gasping for air and begging you to let me taste just a little more
I never Felt like this before
I had a cancerous disease and you became My cure.
my souls feels like its deeply connected to yours.
As we take a look into deepest depths of our poetic souls
we try desparately to maintain self control.

Now that I let you come inside and you we're as Joshua's Israelite army you made my walls come tumbling down.
You made me your Queen and I Shined your precious crown.
When Im in your prescence My feet don't even hit the ground.
Its like was lost in the woods alone and then you search high and low until now that I have been found.
Its our frequency kissing passionately
I think its Spiritual Intimacy.

In a cavernous world devoid of light,
left dark and dead by a higher might,
There is no hope no pleasure no will to fight.
Not since god drove the world into a dying blight.

Her perfection rouses all from slumber,
Tearing through like holy thunder.
in awe they stare lost and dazed,
everyone intent and desparately amazed.

Celestine with her divine wings,
Decends on high and loves and sings.
Waking all to the chance of life,
Breaking darkness like a wrenching knife.

"Look upon me world of shame,
And feel my radiance like a hearths warm flame,
A mother whose patience will not succumb,
To those who are blind deaf mute and dumb.
Care not for those who turn their attention,
Who torments ruins and pretends affection.
Give your prayers to one that will listen,
And shine on you with love that Glistens."

We hear, we feel, we want and need!
All of which you've made us heed,
We give you prayers and fear no silence,
For with you comes love and eternal angelic guidance.

,

It's just me here
Speaking to the void that appears as a blank page in front of me
Any words I speak to others that contains any meaning only reflects negativity
The glimmers of me I let shine through the holes of my shell are always quickly denied
It seems no one wants to even look at me

It's clear I don't fit anywhere in this world
If actions speak louder than words then the world has preached novels to me
Lecturing me to leave

It's just me here
A cast away holding onto the last thread
Consciousness desparately dangling
I wish something would grab me and tell me it's okay
I'd be content with being pulled towards either direction
I just need to be told I'm meant to be somewhere
That I'm wanted

I do, i remember,
When i first saw your face,
Such manly, tough expressions,
Melted into a kind of grace,
Before i knew it, my skirt was round my hips,
And through my shirt,
You ****** me with your lips.

So breathless and hot we were that day,
We stripped in record time,
We fumbled desparately with eachother,
Two ***** bodies entwined,
A connection happened, as we moved,
And grinded hard and fast,
The climactic bursts of passion, babe,
When you exploded, at last.

The shower we shared was *****,
Ironicly so pleasant,
I bit your neck and licked it,
Then you gave to me, a presant,
I gasped in awe with cowardice,
But you were gentle, babe,
My hands against the shower wall,
As abundant love you gave.

Our tired bodies ached for more,
But loving slumber prevailed,
And as the setting sun crept by,
We slept under darkness' veil,
We both awoke to wandering limbs,
Love and lust entwined,
We knew that time was running out,
But time didn't care, or mind.

We held eachother close that night,
Aware of the coming dawn,
When you would leave me here, my love,
Alone, in tears, withdrawn,
The only consolation is,
We met again, and again,
And decided we were soulmates,
In with love, out with pain!!!

I used to be
all of which you call me by today,
a ****,
a *****,
a ****,
jealous,
unremorseful,
disrespectful,
living a meaningless life,
being delusional,
one who betrays.
But I want you to understand,
so desparately,
that I am no longer that confused, reckless girl.
I know what I deserve now,
and it isn't this.
I'm not who I used to be
I'd scream it at the top of my lungs
for the rest of my life,
if it'd make any difference
(but it wouldn't)

Not a breath of air,

to be found in my lungs.

Drowning,

just below the surface,

close enough to see,

the sun,

but not close enough,

to gasp for the air,

I desparately need.

Heavy,

rusted chains,

slicing my ankles,

looks almost like,

red water color paint,

flowing in the current.

Except,

this painting,

isn’t pretty.

Drowning,

inside my own,

sorrows.

Won’t you,

set me free?

O, dear friends, it is time to hide.

Time to hide the alcohol, for she is ready to drown her sorrows with every drop.

Time to hide the razors, for she wants desparately to cry from her veins.

Time to hide her father's gun, for she craves revenge.

Time to hide her ex-lover, for the whole situation has made her tense and unpleasant.

Time to hide her ex-lover's new mate, in case we don't hide her father's gun well enough.

And finally, dear friends, it is time for us to hide. And wait.

The dew-washed sun
Sneaks out from the horizon
As a new day shows
Its joyful accomplishment

You sit on the rock
Of the moon kissed valley
Under the vast eternity
Accompanied by Anguish
And Sadness on your ohter side

The time when the bell rang hardly
Resonanting through your subtle heart
Breaking it fiercely apart.
The feeling of hurt and smell of blood
You desparately ask for the help of god.

Hearing the voice of destiny
Calling in whisper, swarming in shadow
You must rise again from the pain
Like a phoenix from the dust.

In the fresh fields and foggy nights
Putting the pieces together again
Like a never ending puzzle
The smallest fractions will always be lost.

Where are the helping hands,
Where is my host?

It is only you who can acknowlege
The true answer of all
The help, masterfully built
In both of your shoulders
Grasping the pieces
With your languid fingers.

There is hope in every fragment
There is power in thoughtful mind
The time when you step out from your cave
You realise you have only love, you hate in vain.

I listen to your old voicemails before I go to sleep because I want to remember the way your voice sounded when you loved me. I keep having these dreams about you that cut deeper than anything because even in moments that I’m not aware — you’re still there. I hate you and I love you and I hate you but hate is just a repressed form of love. I often get so wrapped up in the thought of you that I think I might’ve made you up. You seem so intangible — like a blur of a memory. I think, too often and too much about "us" and what that even means to me. I think I'm probably a chore for you. Something that you entertain because you feel a responsibility for or maybe you pity me so you answer my calls. This hurts worse then if you were to not answer at all. I wonder why I feel so debilitatingly in love with this person who seemingly feels nothing at all and if there’s a switch that I can turn it off with. I wish I felt numb like you. I wish I could go one second without obsessing over the thought of you. I wish every time I heard the doorbell ring I didn’t get a rush of nervous energy at the thought that it could be you or when I look out the window I wasn’t desparately trying to picture the way your car looked in front of my house. I wish I wasn't clinging to a time when your name brought me immeasurable joy or trying to remember the way the light hit your face or the way your arms felt around my waist. I wish I wasn't always searching for you in everything like a lost child — searching for you in places I know you'll never be. I wish I didn't panic at the thought of losing memories or the way you smell or the face you make when you concentrate. I wish the urge to see you and to call you didn't feel like something I'm not supposed to need. And I wish my heart didn’t leap out of my chest anytime I wondered about who’s getting the affection that I desperately miss. Most of all, I wish I just felt okay even if for a day.

I chose to be with you that night because I was lonely.
I missed the feeling of arms around me.
I chose to come around as long as you would see me.
I missed you at first almost desparately.

Dealing with everything in the beginning and even now is not easy
I don't know what to say or what not to say
Continuelly processing excitement, pain, and fear
Mostly just needing a listening a ear

Is it so crazy that I would be drawn to you?
We  have a lot of the same likes, such as and not limited to the color blue.
You are new to me as I am to you.
When we first met what you knew of me was not completely true.

There are so many feelings, emotions, and questions to be sorted through.
What I have said to you I will try my best to prove.
Great things to learn about each other.
I can honestly say that I choose going through this with you and no other.

You are worth a fight not only because of the importance of your presence in my life,
But you are important for who you are.
You belong here just as much as anyone else. Don't give up because of the strife.
Let me into your world and I will never be far.

I choose you now and for as long as I can endure.
No need for games or charm to allure.
You can choose me if you like, I'm here to stay
I'll be here even if you go away

I'm sorry for the pain that has befallen you
I know I can't fix it and I won't try
When you're ready to let it go...I'll be ready with the super glue
We can mend each other's wounds and broken parts alright

I am afraid but I am willing to see this through to the end
You are now and will forever be my friend
Here's my key just as long as you get to know more
Then you can decide whether or not to unlock the door

As long as we hold onto the words we have spoken
We can be loyal even while we are broken
I will do my best to show you kindness and respect
Hoping you will see that I'm trying to be circumspect

I do not love you so much right now
it is also too early to throw in the towel
This child, these thoughts, these decisions
This life is between you and me

- S.M.S

I want to grab on your feet
And make a fool of myself,
Begging you desparately to say you will never leave,
Behave irrationally.
But instead i will just lay here,
Praying you will call me yours

IT'S MIDAFTERNOON, I STARE AT THE SKY
I CAN SEE SOME CLOUDS WITH THE SUN FADED DOWN
THE WIND PICKS UP, ADDING A LITTLE FALL CHILL
TO THIS SOUTHERN AIR
WHEN I LOOK AROUND, THE STILLNESS IS  FAIR
I'M WAITING ON THE RAIN, WE NEED IT  DESPARATELY
I GAZE AT MY YARD, I CAN SEE THE LEAVES DROPPING
TO THE GROUND, NO ONE AROUND
THE PLANTS ARE IN PAIN, NOT MUCH RAIN
TOUCH OF HAZE
THE PLANTS ARE IN A DAZE
I WALK ALONG THE WOODS WITH MY DOG,
AT A DISTANCE,STILL HAZY SKY, NO RAIN
SUN STARTING TO GO DOWN AFTER A QUIET AFTERNOON
THIS TOUCH OF HAZE FELT WARM ALL OVER
TIME TO GO IN AND WAIT FOR ANOTHER DAY FOR RAIN
TOUCH OF HAZE

The bones break
The fleshes bake
The horror around
Am nailed to the ground

The filthy beings
Never before seen
Chant my name
Playing their game

My hands tied
My eyes desparately cried
My egos lied
My conscious died

I see myselfs all around
Duplicates of me surround
Identical, hard to make
Whose real, whose fake

More noise in my ears
Letting go off my fears
Brushing off my final tears
Same dream over the years

The days get shorter
The nights stretch longer
My inner soul gets buried
In the darkness, when carried

Gloomy begs under my eyes
My conscious console's with lies
I try to forget my dreams
Yet, I hear their siren, screams...


©sim

I watched the sun...rise...
Naturally (these,days) my thoughts.... drift.to.her.
~as they seem to do~
orange, and, blue, orange, and, blue,
And I've always had faith in the universe
Knowing the lessons were there...
...Somewhere.
But this time....this one.woman.
《poetinmyheart》
It doesn't seem quite... fair
I wasn't ......l o o k i n g
I did. Not. need.
I/was/con.tent.
being.
How is it that I stumbled upon...her
The path;each step;...cruel shoes
...wonder//how I ever wandered...
...On that road that-led-to-her
I AM NOT this girl...
I don't just.... fall,...
Not.like.this...
Mostly,...--- not. at. all,...
I even told her...how I/don't/think/I've/met my greatest love,..yet
And,..yet....
I'm wounded and I'm b a f f l e d
And feelingsosmall...
...this longing so desparately
For.her.eyes/hands ^smile/voice
...alloverme
And all of it just- a - l-o-n-g - list
Of what-I-
can...Not
--------- have...
.here. I. am.
///Stalled///
...maybe I...can...
feel Grateful {nonetheless}
For f/i/n/a/l/l/y
Feeling... this way
....at all....
Now I know---I CAN...
I guess there is.a.lesson
in ...being...
s/m/a/s/h/e/d/....

Until her...
....I thought I was just...
... broken.

Blue
Why do we taint such a beautiful color with our sinful emotions?
Sadness, overwhelming feelings of despair all of which this color has to bear
"The most human color"
Why?
Humans are creatures of red
The harsh words of anger or fiery fits of passion
It would be more fitting to **** such a brutal color to this fate
Blue is nothing more than an innocent child, caught in the clashing crosshairs of the human mind
As we desparately try to identify
Associate
Define ourselves
How can you describe you?
Why blue?
What of black?
The emptiness fits. The dark scribbles in circles of rage that could go on for days
It would be a perfect human color
Then again black isn't really a color
But lackthereof
Sort of like the true definition of us
Void of anything concrete, eluding us to yet more questions
No answer
So I guess blue it is, for the simple reason of just because
Blue lips
Blue veins
The colors of our planet from far far away

I travel recklessly from A to B, neither from you nor to you. Emptiness in all mirrors, I am truly isolated - growing evermore envious of the faceless others making journeys by your side. In the dramatic epic where I played the rock so many years, I realise now that you were the ground itself. I was unwittingly the follower. The white dawn light has dragged the veil from my proud resolve until finally exposed, wavering in the heady winds of recent weeks.

    I cast my mind over the weather of a lifetime. Electric air at birth - every light and shadow offering intrigue. Atmosphere thickening to a sterile breeze, gently directing an impressionable child. The summer rains of teenage confusion, clouds of constraints closing in. Those lightning storms of pupilage, and the stagnation of post-graduate life. What weather is the perfect for endings, I wonder? Will it penetrate the stubborn folds of these clothes? Will it be satisfyingly visceral?

    I reach my notional destination, deep in thought against the background noise of these thousand faceless pedestrians. Only watching with outside eyes can I now see the primitive swinging of their arms, the futile waddles of their torsos, as if in perpetual motion towards the end of the rainbow.

    Finally, like Moses, I part the crowd with an agitated flick of the wrist. The attention of each now upon me, the sickening taste of celebrity in my mouth too bitter to bear, I announce myself as I had rehearsed. As we ascend, double file, up the staircase of this glass tower, each window offers us a different perspective of the world.

    Lately, I've frantically cast a haggard net over each escaping thought - seeming now such a tragedy to let worthy ones float away in vein. My memories have become but mirrored pools, flickering their borrowed light after every post-apocalyptic tremor. But when did these memories and thoughts lose their courage, lean away from the incline of experience, step back from the platform of action? I fear it is then that so stiflingly precious they grew.

    We reach the sky, overlooking the sprawl of the city, the attack and decay of the distant tide. My gaze traverses the crowd of strangers, desparately seeking the concerned gaze of my supposéd lovers. You and I fell simultaneous, indeed, but only one stumbled back to their feet to tell new tales. But with this final fall, amongst indifferent spectators guilty only by association, the poetry of my own tale will rush past the perfectly repeating pattern of mullions and transoms until carved one final time, indelibly.