My dear, be aware.
That derriere
can cause a desire-filled delirium.
Feb 19, 2014
Feb 19, 2014 at 3:48 AM UTC
You are love,
the velvety blackness of my saturnine nights.
You are poetry,
the avalanche of pearls on my silken soul.
You are you,
and by that virtue, me.
Feb 18, 2014
Feb 18, 2014 at 12:47 PM UTC
Kiss me in the cruel beating wind,
your rubatosis against mine,
after I feel our opia.
Make me invincible to everything
except you.
Feb 18, 2014
Feb 18, 2014 at 12:45 PM UTC
You marmalade dropper, you.
You cause an enfilade with the briefest of your words, my love.
You cislunar beauty.
Let me watch you. Make me your auspex.
Stravaig through my heart.
Be your flagitious best with me.
Noctivagants, you and I.
Steal a pimpmobile. Let's run away.
Feb 18, 2014
Feb 18, 2014 at 12:36 PM UTC
I writhe and wither on the first day,
at the suddenness of your absence,
and bloom over the next,
with my thoughts on you.
Feb 18, 2014
Feb 18, 2014 at 12:09 PM UTC
The heart felt a certain,
stealthy beauty,
that slipped away,
in my deep slumber.
Feb 18, 2014
Feb 18, 2014 at 12:08 PM UTC
I will hurt you politely,
and I will hurt you hard.
*
Who said I got hurt?
Maybe I saw it coming.
Maybe I saved myself.
Feb 18, 2014
Feb 18, 2014 at 12:05 PM UTC
We wrote away frenziedly,
not even stopping to read our words.
A letter per meal,
only to be eventually burnt
away, with our adolescence.
Feb 18, 2014
Feb 18, 2014 at 12:03 PM UTC
Savour
and save,
your words.
Because,
they are the fleeting gifts
of your mind.
Feb 18, 2014
Feb 18, 2014 at 12:01 PM UTC
She winced,
as his lips,
touched the scars,
of her earlier sins.
Feb 18, 2014
Feb 18, 2014 at 12:00 PM UTC