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Rachel Glen Nov 2017
and i'm here to tell you,
what it feels like to sever my soul,
and fill the holes with lyrics -
that melody -
that beat -
the shiver down my spine,
when those words are spit with such emotion,
or drawn out so sweetly like a dream -
it's like madness,
an addiction.
Rachel Glen Nov 2017
mesmerized, i watched as the clouds ate up the horizon,
droplets of broken sunshine clinging to my lashes.
the stillness bringing the scent of promise,
a sort of freshness as the sky wept.
Rachel Glen Oct 2017
if love is a drug, then i'm your ******.
tie me up tight, and intoxicate me with your wandering tongue.
leave me breathless with your lips, and then lean over here so that i can breathe you in, and hold you deep.
send shivers down my spine with your rough hands, leave me begging for more.
stay with me forever, because i am addicted to you.
Rachel Glen Oct 2017
i fell in love with the way you looked,
lying there naked in the pale light,
with the blanket tangled between your legs.
i wanted to trace the veins in your hips,
my lips kissing past the shadows,
breathing you in and exhaling love out.
i fell in love with the way you looked at me,
eyes half closed and dark with lust,
as i brought my hands down your chest.
i wanted to memorize the way you breathed my name,
slow and low - the way you moaned for me,
and how you shivered under my touch.
Rachel Glen Sep 2017
come to me -
like a sinner on your knees.
profess those unspoken words -
that taste of acrid regret.
breathe your love, lips sewn shut -
eyes closed against begrudged tears.
and tell me -
everything.
Rachel Glen Sep 2017
bathe with me in moonlight -
kiss the stars upon my skin.
let's follow the milky way -
and explore our galaxies.
Rachel Glen Aug 2017
is it possible to love in lyrics -
or lines hidden within books?
perhaps the way the rain falls -
glistening on a sunflower like fire.
is it possible to love in smell -
or the sweet bubbles after a steamy shower?
perhaps the way your bottom lip curls delicately -
like the curve of a sculpture.
is it possible to love in places -
or the adventures of a lifetime?
perhaps memories of your eyes -
your nose, your smile, when i call you mine.
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