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emma-leigh-ivy
emma-leigh-ivy
I write stories about the strangers I meet & fall in love with in passing.
I am enveloped in the expanses of your painted sky, satisfied & glowing underneath your weight as you lay yourself down across the peaks of my mountains. You have illuminated my hidden wildflowers with the golden wash of a new spring & the warmth of your sun.   You cast divine paint across my landscape like a canyon sunset brushes every slope with vibrancy. I am enveloped in the sultry scent of the potent desert & your intoxicating masculinity.   Your perfume is imprinted on the soft pearl of my skin as you are imprinted in the atoms of my being. I bit you in a kiss that burned your mouth into my memory. I taste you every time I close my eyes or pass my fingers over the petals of my pursed lips, & spark a hunger that stirs in the deepest chasm lurking beneath my navel.   Every fiber in my body is tempered by the heat of our fervent fever. I am enveloped in these moments spent: My lips poured across your collar bone like red paint caresses a canvas with passion. My hair entwined & rooted in your lustful fist, holding me fast & grounding me to you. My tongue engaged in a dance across the ridges of your teeth, as our hips meet and our lips meet in a fevered tango.
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Nov 18, 2015
Nov 18, 2015 at 10:23 AM UTC
Fever
Pearls sent slipping from the string & in that moment they sing like raindrops. Monsoon pours red lust across my bed. He provokes the thunder instead with a dance of lips & fingertips. Pearls ripped from the marble hollow of intrepid breast, at my taunting behest. They clatter to the floor like my last shrouds of innocence. His heavy touch does breathe sweet incense through the thick air of this precipitous night, dark with wild unknown. He comes to seek refuge in this storm, & implores me to soak him to the bone. Pearls tumble like sea foam across the angles of my alabaster collar. Crash to the floor like a wave to a beach. Pearls, & tangled limbs & biting kisses dive into delirious bliss & sweet remiss. My ivory blushes with peach blossoms opening to welcome his reach, as we amble through a valley of pearls & silken sheets.
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Sep 16, 2015
Sep 16, 2015 at 8:55 PM UTC
Pearls
Tangled up in my hair, I leapt forward to an abrupt kiss, nothing amiss. No sign in the world around me of anything left to confound me. I'm surely certain I could die happy Like this.
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Sep 2, 2015
Sep 2, 2015 at 11:29 PM UTC
Like This
Butterflies are in my eyes. They dance around my head in hovering halos & make it hard to disguise my nerves, while words spill out; tripping over one another in my seldom uttered stutters.
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Sep 2, 2015
Sep 2, 2015 at 11:27 PM UTC
Stutters
The sun could shine or rain could fall in a slow pitter-patter against my wall, & I wouldn't know the difference. But I know there comes a day when I'll stand naked & feel the rainfall, & how I've missed it so. . .
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Sep 2, 2015
Sep 2, 2015 at 11:20 PM UTC
Rainfall
I've taken all the leaps of faith I care to take with no one to catch me on the other end. Something keeps telling me to jump again, just once more, he doesn't hold out his arms in vain. I build up my hope & I swallow my dismay. I fall forward & let the wind carry me away. I land in longing to feel the heavy peace of a hand that isn't mine but yearns to help me understand. Eyes that don't see their own reflection on the water but, underneath, the hidden treasures in the sand. A mind like mine that dares to dive through the stillness and swim through the dazzling disarray below my surface; to frolic with me through the day without the need of having purpose.
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Sep 2, 2015
Sep 2, 2015 at 11:19 PM UTC
Leap
I'm not broken yet, & I'm not giving up the fight. Yet the slightest touch sets me on edge & I take off at the speed of light. It is a broken contradiction that such a loneliness could breed me that affliction. On the other hand it spurs me onward to that rare gem of friendship that turns to love & then addiction. I hear the song of distant laughter & a thunderstorm heading my way. It all melts together in a haze of grey. I'm stuck behind a clouded window on which I can never seem to wipe the fog away. I keep running towards glimpses of my ever after to have them crumble just out of reach & back into the fray.
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Sep 2, 2015
Sep 2, 2015 at 11:16 PM UTC
Fray
I'm not thinking clearly, still I'm holding on but only nearly. At the end of this long and lonely day, when I've got no more left to give to the people who can't seem to find their own way, I'm left cradling the pieces of my fractured mind that I have to put back together on my own time. No one wants to hear about my hurts or talk about my scars. I guess that's okay, because they wouldn't get it anyway. I'm walking around with an invisible world on my shoulder. A world of problems and questions that have forced my mind to growing older. My mind is so much older than what they see I am. They could never comprehend, but it's not like they really give a ****
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Sep 2, 2015
Sep 2, 2015 at 11:12 PM UTC
Nearly
If I took my chances & tumbled off the edge, would you take the plunge with me or turn and run instead? If I told you that I had forsaken love for flight, would you send your dove to alight into my night?
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Sep 2, 2015
Sep 2, 2015 at 11:07 PM UTC
Alight
If I give you a promise, will you give me an answer? If you'll be my lover I can be your dancer. If I give you a thimble, can you make me fly? If you give me a kiss I promise that I'll try If I show my soul to you please don't **** me over. I'd rather face the wildfire than watch the ashes smolder. If I give you tomorrow, will you tell me your past? I pray you surrender to the spell I have cast. If I give you a promise, will you give me an answer? If you'll be my lover I will be your dancer. If I can find your shadow can we touch the sky? I have a little pixie dust, I promise we can try. Once I've shown my soul to you please don't **** me over. I'd rather fan the flames to life than watch the ashes smolder. If I give you tomorrow keep a place for me in your past. I can't divine the future. Love should never wear a mask.
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Sep 2, 2015
Sep 2, 2015 at 11:05 PM UTC
If