It amazed me, really
The way she glided across the room
Blissfully ignorant of the beauty that reflected in her movements.
I found myself captured by the light
That danced across her face
Highlighting her eyes
That mimicked pools of melted chocolate.
I can still hear the echoes of her laugh
And her moments of pure joy
That cannot be duplicated
Replicated or Complicated by outside influences
I remember staring at the curves of her face as she drove
Memorizing the dips, lines, and scars along caramel colored skin
As well as the ones across a body
That proved to me her strength is immeasurable.
Every touch was brand new
Like I’d never been caressed before her.
Fingers that drew promises in the crook of my neck
Hands that massaged the arch of my back
Lips that made love to my skin
I was loved without words
Brought to tears by actions
Every breath I took against her lips
Filled me with warmth that spread down my veins
And every kiss was a hammer against my carefully constructed walls
That she found to be more of a nuisance rather than a deterrent.
I cannot count the ways that I love her
Not even by the stars in the sky nor by the blades of grass in the Earth
But I am eternally grateful to have found a love created just for me.
Aug 3, 2019
Aug 3, 2019 at 9:41 PM UTC
dreams of skin like melted caramel
covered in white linen
torture me each night
as I lie awake in my bed.
images of liquid cotton candy
straight from her inner sanctum
gives me cavities
as memories of her sweet essence
leave me breathless and begging for more.
warm fingers trail down a curved spine
and etch moans into each bone
while disappearing into the depths of her
lost innocence, enveloped by tight walls
that feel like home every time
eyes like chocolate pools widen
with anticipation as that ****** gets closer.
silent pleas of desperation echo between our bodies
nails draw rivers of red down my back
as you arch into my kisses and melt onto my sheets
Apr 17, 2019
Apr 17, 2019 at 11:53 PM UTC
Learning to love myself means acknowledging the toxicity and flaws I long pretended didn’t exist.
Mar 27, 2019
Mar 27, 2019 at 9:59 AM UTC
She has eyes like melted chocolate.
You know..
The kind of chocolate to pour down her body
And lick from every crevice
As it mixes with the flavor of her skin.
She has the kind of voice that seeps beneath my defenses
Tears down my walls
And infiltrates the deepest parts of my heart
That I kept hidden.
She has the type of body that makes me drool
Like a teenage boy.
And I crave her *** as if it was a drug
And Im the addict going through withdrawal.
She speaks as if she's lived a million lifetimes.
Her words wrap around my brain
Breaks through my mental shields
And leaves me swimming in her sea of conversation.
She makes me stronger.
I feel like I can run a million marathons.
Her motivation and support giving me the strength
Of Superman with no weakness of Kryptonite.
She brings out the primal side of me.
The one that growls in her presence
The one that marks her and claims her
With no intention of letting her go.
She's my weakness and my strength
My annoyance and my source of laughter
My Queen and my Knight
She's Mine.
And I am Hers.
Mar 8, 2019
Mar 8, 2019 at 10:19 PM UTC
The idea of us leaves me disgusted.
**** those future plans like we never discussed it.
You made promises and I did too
But at least I was willing to fight for us
Why weren’t you?
Nah.
Don’t answer.
Because no matter your excuses or your reasons or your apologies I’m done.
I find the idea of re-kindling our spark a depressing one
And I’m tired of being depressed.
I’m tired of being broken and honestly, I’m tired of being stressed
Wondering if I’m good enough for you
Strong enough for you
Beautiful enough for you
Innocent enough for you
And it’s crazy. Once upon a time, you were my everything.
You had me swept up in your rose-colored love that by time the winds died down I was left with nothing.
You caged me.
But now I’m roaming wild and free
Running with the one who was meant for me
And I don’t plan on looking back on any day
To see if you ever realize that I’m the one that got away.
Mar 7, 2019
Mar 7, 2019 at 3:59 PM UTC
I could compare you to a summer’s day
But you are more like the dark clouds that roll on a spring evening, the smell of your impending storm encompassing my senses
I could list every flower known to man to describe your beauty
But with the way you’ve ensnared me, I’d say your more like a vine littered with thorns
I could be cliché, and tell you all the sweet things you might want to hear
But you’re not attracted to the mundane
You’re a siren that has lured me into her waters and serenaded me with the song of her soul.
But my song echoes yours like a forgotten harmony.
I could tell you I’m not interested
Lie to us both to continue to conform to the traditional
But I crave your touch
I crave your tainted lips, poisoned with promises that caress my ears and my body
I could compare you to a summer’s day
But you’re more like the starry night in the middle of winter with the threat of snow in the air
I’ve always loved playing in the snow
Feb 25, 2019
Feb 25, 2019 at 11:59 AM UTC
the remnants of their time together pour from her cracks
onto the pavement
and her tears mix with the rain
beneath the crevices of her mask
dripping
streaking
leaving behind an empty shell
Feb 21, 2019
Feb 21, 2019 at 6:02 PM UTC
The wind is unforgiving here
It blows against the strongest of foundations
Until all that’s left is rubble
There is no mercy in the air.
The cold will seep beneath your skin
Freeze your bones
And steal what life you have left.
And when it rains, it pours.
The clouds hold no light. Their darkness enveloping every inch of your soul. The thunder shakes the very ground you walk on.
Yet in the middle of it all sits a girl with a caged heart.
It beats in rhythm with the thunder that rolls in the distance.
Blood trickles from its cracks into the grass, beneath the soil.
She wants no part of you.
Yet..here you stand.
You, without making much of an effort, broke through defenses so powerful that sometimes...
Sometimes even she fell prey to her own design.
You sit in front of her.
You reach inside of your chest and place your own caged heart on the ground.
With one word, you hold out your hand, scarred as much as the heart that rests between you, and you wait.
Because like her, you’ve been hurt before.
Hurt so deeply that you feel it with every breath.
But she’s different.
She...calls to you.
As you sit there and wait, the clouds break, and sunlight streams onto tortured land.
Progress
Feb 21, 2019
Feb 21, 2019 at 5:56 PM UTC