The second time
It’s different
Like we went to war
And came back again
Home
Feels sweet on the tongue
Interacting with you
Feels like that first drink of water after days of dehydration
I can’t stop breathing you in
I always thought that first love is the purest
But what is more pure than watching the sky clear after a storm
What is stronger than experiencing the worst together and seeing it through
How can I explain to you the gratitude
I feel for the things we could have lost but that love helped retain
Nothing is the same
I don’t want it to be
But one thing became clear when we wiped away the rain
Nothing looks better than home
Coming back from foreign lands

"She looks like the girl that doesn't care
Like someone who just completely ignores everything around her
Like an outsider who simple refuses to notice the world
But secretly ;
she hides in her own little universe
Because she's scared
Of getting hurt
Of hating who she is even more
After showing everyone her scars
Because she knows their  rejection would hurt her even more
So please, handle her with care
Because she may seem a like a lot
Or someone who you will never love
But she's the girl who would listen to your problems at 1:00 and call you to check if you're doing fine
She's the girl who will watch a movie a thousand times even though she hates it,
With out complaining
Because she knows it will make you smile
She's the kind of girl who will cuddle you after a hard day
And make you forget about all of your worries making you smile through the pain
She's the type of girl who would write a love letter
Without even thinking too much about it
So handle her with care,
Because she may seem like someone different
But she is a life-changing experience
That will forever leave a mark in your little world"

Shards of glass and roses in your rib cage
Instead of lungs
Petals on your tongue and pieces of broken bottles
Instead of teeth
Inhaling the scent of flowers and beer
Instead of air
Speaking in thorns and silky liquors
Instead of words
You are a garden and a foggy hangover
Instead of a girl

h.f.m.

This might not be deep enough for you, but I still need to tell you.
You have the lips of a goddess and I long to kiss them
And I want you to know
I hear you, that quiet shudder you make as you feel my breath on your neck
I see you, clenching your teeth as my fingers delicately dance on precious skin
I feel you, one hand on the side of the bed, the other reaching and holding on for dear life to my chest.
If you only knew how much I wanted you.
I want to make love to you like I have OCD- I won't stop until it's perfect.
I want to make love to you like I'm in love with you
I want to make love to you like you are my best friend
I want to make love to you like we were complete strangers, who met each other for the first time at some random college party in the Caribbean
But we thought to ourselves, "****, I will die an unhappy person if I don't make love to you".
And maybe I'm wrong for that
But tell me why every time I close my eyes, it is your hands I feel in my back; your inarticulate moans starting to sound like A Love Supreme and My Favorite Things.
Let me kiss you at the sixteenth minute and fifty-two second mark of Around the Midnight.
I want to take in every inch of your body, savor the taste of the gourmet that is your back, your neck and your la belle chatte.
Vamos a la mierda y ver como el ciedo de la noche empieza a sangrar la luz del sol.
And wake in the morning thinking every night with you is a love story worth telling the world.
So I am.
Physical ******* that results in spiritual exultation is what we share.
I want you in ways my mind can't tell my mouth what to say, that's why every time before we make love, I tend to stare at you first.
Engulfing the structure of your body and envisioning the ways I shall go about pleasing it.
My bedroom walls, the floor, the bed, everything else becomes glass when I'm inside you.
We become the solstice to each other's world
Time turns into the finest Egyptian velvet that envelops us.
I hear Nefertari's screams of fulfillment every time I go deeper into the story.
You are the definition of a Beautiful Companion, so let me be your pharaoh.
The ****** omniscience of you is what I desire
So I humbly ask you, to give it to me, slowly
For every second I have with you is **** near perfect
It's Euphoric.

-SFJ

When you touch me
I feel all the hair on my body stand up
As if it's reaching to see if it's you,
Yes you,
The most stunning and enchanting human being,  
Touching my body.

When you touch me
I feel warm and cold at the same time.
As if my body doesn't know how to react
To this,
This perfect human contact, skin on skin.                        
I think I'm melting.

When you touch me
And breathe your warm, sweet breath on my neck                                  
While tracing along with your tongue,
It seems
Like I've never been so far from reality.
Transcendental.