Trace my curves in charcoal,
Sketch my lines in lead,
Fill in all my shadows,
As I lie naked on this bed.
Warm my hues in pastels,
Draw in every part,
Adore me with your paint brush,
Turn my body into art.
Mar 12, 2023
Mar 12, 2023 at 10:48 PM UTC
I dance out my anger in the name of the priestess,
draw in her power to extinguish my unrest.
I worship my body in a state of undress,
let my rage break free in radical protest.
I surrender myself to this sacred process,
stomping my feet like an unbridled tempest.
Aug 26, 2022
Aug 26, 2022 at 3:34 AM UTC
We lay together in darkness as your hand trails down and rests between my thighs.
Your light caresses send me shivering into a world not entirely my own.
Your fingers dance in me, sliding through puddles, finding hidden doorways I'd thought long gone.
I brace your wrist, fingers encircle.
Don't stop. Never stop.
Aug 9, 2022
Aug 9, 2022 at 9:33 PM UTC
I visited you today,
felt you crunch against my toes,
smelt you from a mile away,
heard you in your throes.
You covered me in wet kisses,
as I languished in your swell,
you promised me an ocean,
one you knew so well.
I took you in my mouth,
let you spill down my chin,
and as I walked away, I smiled,
knowing I could still taste you on my skin.
Aug 12, 2021
Aug 12, 2021 at 1:11 AM UTC
I wrote your name on a piece of paper and buried it in the sand, for the ***** to nibble at your corners.
Jul 6, 2018
Jul 6, 2018 at 12:58 PM UTC
My mind is a hall of mirrors reflecting only memories of you.
One day I'll smash them all into a billion pieces.
But for now I sit and watch while the tears steaming down my face slowly turn into shards of glass.
Mar 31, 2018
Mar 31, 2018 at 6:27 AM UTC
As I drank myself into oblivion, the last thing I thought of as the liquor touched my lips, was you.
Jan 21, 2018
Jan 21, 2018 at 9:42 AM UTC
I wish I’d kissed you in Paris. As we sat by the river, your breath brushed my skin making me shiver.
Calling you friend now instead of lover will never feel right, as our shoulders gently touched under the soft moon light.
And as we walked together along those cobbled streets, I couldn’t help but think of all those nights spent tangled between sheets.
Where we’d made love whilst staring into each others eyes, never once thinking there’d be a moment when we’d say our final goodbyes.
Yet they do say all good things must come to an end. And the irony of being in the most romantic city with the man that I loved, is that I had to call him friend.
We got on the train both knowing our lives were again about to split in two, but I think you could see in my eyes that it would be and could only ever be you.
You told me you loved me as I stepped out the door, an echo of a sentence you’d said a thousand times before.
And as your train sped into the future, you were gone much too fast, but I stood on the platform still stuck in the past.
Nov 9, 2017
Nov 9, 2017 at 9:05 AM UTC
Words silently slither through the slit of your smile,
as they strum my chest and turn into glass.
Sep 13, 2017
Sep 13, 2017 at 8:24 AM UTC
Your words echo heartbeats long forgotten laying dormant in the recesses of my mind.
Do people ever come back from that long forgotten place where love goes to die?
I still think of you morning and night, night and day.
All the seconds and all the minutes in between consumed by you and only you.
Aug 29, 2017
Aug 29, 2017 at 11:03 AM UTC