florence-woo - Hello Poetry

i want you to think of me when your crooked fingers slip under the waistband of your favorite blue jeans; to taste me when you press your lips against the wine bottles we once drank from under the crystalline moon; to bleed when you see my deepest regrets slit poetry in words of our love onto your skin.

0

Apr 23, 2014

Apr 23, 2014 at 11:55 PM UTC

XXXIX.

i want you to think of me when your crooked fingers slip under the waistband of your favorite blue jeans; to taste me when you press your lips against the wine bottles we once drank from under the crystalline moon; to bleed when you see my deepest regrets slit poetry in words of our love onto your skin.

10

his lips are fire her tongue is ice he tastes of musk and whiskey she smells of unlit cigarettes his eyes smirk with forbidden desires her legs bestriding his hips he delightfully traces her curves she pleads for his velvet kisses his whispers promise ecstasy her words dutifully agree their bodies shiver with electrifying beauty

0

Mar 19, 2014

Mar 19, 2014 at 11:25 AM UTC

XXXIII.

his lips are fire her tongue is ice he tastes of musk and whiskey she smells of unlit cigarettes his eyes smirk with forbidden desires her legs bestriding his hips he delightfully traces her curves she pleads for his velvet kisses his whispers promise ecstasy her words dutifully agree their bodies shiver with electrifying beauty

12

the depths of your eyes are swimming with long lost affection and your heart heaves and trudges along the long mangled railroads; all gently mapped with my collarbones and it is beautiful, our intertwined souls are beautiful.

0

Mar 19, 2014

Mar 19, 2014 at 11:22 AM UTC

XXVII.

the depths of your eyes are swimming with long lost affection and your heart heaves and trudges along the long mangled railroads; all gently mapped with my collarbones and it is beautiful, our intertwined souls are beautiful.

10

smoke is within me, inside my rusting lungs, seeping through the puckered lips of my rib cage kissing the fragile walls and leaving charcoal markings in shapes of fingerprints. please stop leaving traces all over my body.

0

Mar 17, 2014

Mar 17, 2014 at 11:38 AM UTC

XXVI.

smoke is within me, inside my rusting lungs, seeping through the puckered lips of my rib cage kissing the fragile walls and leaving charcoal markings in shapes of fingerprints. please stop leaving traces all over my body.

10

you bring out the truculent psyche inside me, the darkness within, the seven deadly sins. i embody lust because like glass i am grains of sand struck by lightning, paralyzed with fascination, morphing into the constant craving i never was before. i represent envy because you are on the other side, and the other side doesn’t know how lucky it is to have you; your lingering breath and soul. i am sloth because like all lonely mortals, deficiency of love, the absence of you withdraws me from passion and fervour, for non-fictitious emotions. i exhibit wrath because our bones once clinched tightly together have shattered beneath. your touch is now foreign, this vexes me and i am spiralling down an infernal of self-loathe. i symbolize gluttony because i often indulge within the taste of your lips, your beguiling smile all without which i feel astray, swimming in an ocean of lost love; i yearn for you excessively, to be with me, only me. i am both pride and greed infused into one because i am still persistently craving for more, yet too vain to openly admit it to the world. you have spun me over and pulled me apart, now i’m a sinner with you perpetually in my heart.

0

Mar 17, 2014

Mar 17, 2014 at 11:32 AM UTC

seven deadly sins

you bring out the truculent psyche inside me, the darkness within, the seven deadly sins. i embody lust because like glass i am grains of sand struck by lightning, paralyzed with fascination, morphing into the constant craving i never was before. i represent envy because you are on the other side, and the other side doesn’t know how lucky it is to have you; your lingering breath and soul. i am sloth because like all lonely mortals, deficiency of love, the absence of you withdraws me from passion and fervour, for non-fictitious emotions. i exhibit wrath because our bones once clinched tightly together have shattered beneath. your touch is now foreign, this vexes me and i am spiralling down an infernal of self-loathe. i symbolize gluttony because i often indulge within the taste of your lips, your beguiling smile all without which i feel astray, swimming in an ocean of lost love; i yearn for you excessively, to be with me, only me. i am both pride and greed infused into one because i am still persistently craving for more, yet too vain to openly admit it to the world. you have spun me over and pulled me apart, now i’m a sinner with you perpetually in my heart.

44

your fingers on my spine are tracing stars and weaving together constellations that even the galaxy could not foresee. i want to explore the horizons within your eyes, i want to see the misty craters, comets and planets threatening to spill from under your eyelids; each drizzle more beautiful than the fallen ones.

0

Mar 17, 2014

Mar 17, 2014 at 11:19 AM UTC

XI.

your fingers on my spine are tracing stars and weaving together constellations that even the galaxy could not foresee. i want to explore the horizons within your eyes, i want to see the misty craters, comets and planets threatening to spill from under your eyelids; each drizzle more beautiful than the fallen ones.

13

and the stars will always shine, we are delicately strung and i seem restless, resentful even. but still  i care; i always have and always will. because not too long ago, every lulling thought i had, led back into that misunderstood soul of yours.  ((and i loved it)).

0

Mar 17, 2014

Mar 17, 2014 at 11:16 AM UTC

IV.

and the stars will always shine, we are delicately strung and i seem restless, resentful even. but still  i care; i always have and always will. because not too long ago, every lulling thought i had, led back into that misunderstood soul of yours.  ((and i loved it)).

9