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 Sep 2018 ImaginativeSoul
Nathan
Seductive wayward hands
Like silk, soft to the touch
Travel down her lustrous skin
Southbound too their destination
Lips, neck combine in passion
Warm breath on the neck
Turns into sultry slow kisses
She grips his hair tightly
Her soft moans reverberate in his ear
As his fingers glisten with her lust
I can't turn you down
I have every intention
of saying

No.
I can't.
I can't keep torturing myself like this.

But, when the moment comes
I can't resist
It's just the way it is
and we both know it

Because I crave feeling
you close to me,
holding me
for a moment
allowing ourselves
to be one

Because the moment
when you kiss my forehead
my heart beats out
of my chest, so hard
I'm scared you can feel it
pressed up against yours
and melts,
into a pool of your own

I can't turn you down

Not in those
rare moments of
tenderness
with an honesty
that touch can never
betray
in the way words & silences
can and will

And all my resolve
and self-control
evaporates
like the sparks flying
into the night sky

As we take off
each other's clothes
entering into our
forbidden

When the lights turn down
I can't turn you down

But when we wake
to the light of day
we go back to being
just you
and me.

Disentangling our legs
and souls

And after you leave
I lie there still
and vow to myself
that next time
I will turn you down
Mind
Soul
Body
All colliding into one.
Mingling together,
Keeping the flame of lust burning as bright as the mid-noon sun.
Cool breath fanning over burning skin.
The love they feel never wearing thin.
Wrapped safely in her lovers arms feeling far, far away from any harm.
 Nov 2015 ImaginativeSoul
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Try
 Nov 2015 ImaginativeSoul
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Try
I don't really know why I try anymore.

The long phone calls,
the smiles and laughter,
you telling me how much you love
talking to me.

It burrows deep in my stomach-
the warmth, I mean,
and it begs to be expressed
with a hug
or a kiss
perhaps.

But you're older than I am,
and your laughter makes me feel
important, almost.
You tell me to live each day as if
it were my last
yet you can't see
that it took all my courage to ask you
to that stupid movie thing
at school.

And your voice
makes me smile.

But you want to know something?
I'm tired.
I'm tired of basing my emotions
on how other people think of me
even though somehow
I can't stop it.

So instead,
I'll take your smile,
your laughter,
the other girls whispering to me
"I know he likes you"
and your careful denial,
wrap it all up in shiny paper,
and place it under the Christmas tree
of trying to be
someone you'll want to remember.
Hungry,
Lying under a tree,
Waiting for an apple to fall down on me.
I know it will never happen today.
Nothing seems to be working anyway.

I am done trying. I'm done.
 Jul 2015 ImaginativeSoul
MR
Most nights I am out cold... But I lie awake and staring into the blackness of the room. Wishing you were here with me, holding me as I nuzzle into your chest inhaling your sweet aroma. I roll over to see the illusion of you coming to kiss my forehead and I come back to reality as your lips never meet my sensitive skin. A tear streams down my cheek and my pillow catches it forgivingly as my blanket tightly hugs against my cold body.
Stupidly sad
Fakely smiling
Strongly pretending, that i'm doing fine.

Loathing the past
Excitingly scared of the future
Patient for now, waiting for the happy moments.
Every woman is beautiful

If only she thinks she is.
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