She is pure, she is genuine;
her thoughts a spiraling vortex of curiosity and imagination

She believes elation is marveling the majestic qualities in all of life's intrinsic manifestations

Enthralled as the sun dances on the tips of blue sapphires strewn across the earth; she feels small gazing the endless horizon in which the sea meets the sky

She leans against the breeze and in this moment she is weightless soaring as far away as the winds will carry her

As the sun slowly tucks away to slumber, and the air begins to cool fireflies take flight and she is dazzled by the hovering night lights flickering about

Bathing in the moons luminescence  as it cloaks the earth;
She finds serenity beneath the scintillating gemstones hung in the nocturnal sky; seeking its most irradiant solitaire

It is in these sublime moments she is happy, she is free

The curiosity of how his lush lips taste, utterly forbidden.

So many impure thoughts must remain hidden.

His strong hands grasping all my curves tenaciously

His finger tips exploring every inch of skin so graciously.

Get on my knees and put my warm mouth around him.

So thirsty I drink him in till he moans in satisfaction.

Standing in front of him as he takes off all my clothes.

Desire of his ******* deep inside my rose.

Pin me down with my hands above my head.

I would obey him no words needed to be said.

His salacious expressions have me cascading with pleasure.

His alluring temptations have me concupiscent beyond measure.

Pretending as though I'm not drowning...
Fiercely searching for the silver linings...
Whilst never taking my eyes off that light at the end of the tunnel...
Knowing someday I will finally reach that distant glow...
I will merge into the light, and I will bath in these rays that illuminate my path...
With a desire for life that burns like the sun;
I shall resurrect from the ashes and fly away...

Like a portal the mien Your face exhibits portrays an illustration of your inner expression, egressing onto a flesh canvas; unveiling your thoughts without a single word.

I don't need vindication for my reasons of growing cold

You know just what you did, you don't need to be told

You called me names, and broke me down until I just shattered

You made me feel so unworthy, like I never really mattered

I was loyal, I was devoted, a quintessence to a fault

Always trying to appease you, and lost myself as a result

The person I thought you were was just a fabricated illusion

All your lies and all your games left me feeling helplessness and confusion

I made so many sacrifices and lost everything I had

You told me I was ungrateful and had no reasons for being sad

All the love and all my kindness you completely took for granted

Selfishly you clung to me so you could take advantage

All the anger and all the outbursts never once did you put me first

I strived to give the best of me and you simply gave me your worst

Your arrogant and manipulating ways I have become unlatched

Mentally and emotionally I am officially detached

No longer will I remain defeated, broken and tattered

My wings I have spread, my spirit I have gathered

As I mend my injured soul, as I slowly again become whole

I am blossoming and divine, though I will never be the same, I've undimmed my ******* shine!

I feel the use of words are important, for they are powerful enough to wound or heal.

They can change the way you think, or simply how you feel.

For every word that is spoken, whether it be in depth or incredibly vague.

Resembles some importance, in the intent for the message they've relayed.

But for the words that go unspoken, the message may still be clear.

For even in the sounds of silence, is still a message you can hear.

When I met you, I was so sober and low-key.

A counterpart, but I don't know you, and you don't know me.

You get all my senses Heightened like hanging out with Molly

I'll be your Mary Jane, so breath me in till your minds freed fully.

I got so drunk as I drank up all your potion.

can't get caught up in the feels, gotta forfeit all this emotion.

It's ok, I know what's real, I love the high it's like I'm rolling.

The way my body feels, there's just simply no controlling.

Knowing who you are, I want to dive into your ocean.

Trying to inhale, you steal my breath without any notion.

Sinking deeper into you, till I feel like I'm drowning.

Every minute till I get my fix, I will sit here counting.

When you sync into my flesh, like a pill you got me floating.

Our bodies like a conversation, every inch of you I'm quoting.

For another dose of you, like a feen I am hoping.

The blackbird sings let freedom ring.
It’s difficult to fly with broken wings.
The burden of hatred bears heavy,
for only sadness it brings.
It’s difficult to rise as the fascist pendulum
swings.
With her heavy heart and tired wings;
In the thick of healing the blackbird sings,
let freedom ring.

Longing the exhilaration of you arriving at my door.

Engulfed by your ensorcelling essence, I dream to be once more.

Luxuriating in the alluring sent of you, as our clothing falls to the floor.

Your kind hands exploring my exposed body as they crept below my waist.

Enthralled with rapture leaving me in a haze, feeling as though the entire world has been erased.

The warmth of your heated flesh beneath my wondering fingertips.

Listening to your moans as I place you between my thirsty lips.

Emotions thick like a blanket of fabric, woven in the looms of lust.

As you submerge yourself between my thighs, and slowly began to ******.

Blushing sweat emanates from our labored bodies, so blissfully content.

Satisfaction washes over us as we've reached our intent.

Someday I hope to be someone’s everything.

Someday I want to be the light that illuminates their world.

Someday I want to be the person who cures someone’s shattered heart.

Someday I want to be the person who makes them feel cherished and appreciated.

Someday I hope to be the one they could fall in love with daily.

Someday I’ll find the one who makes me feel safe enough to let my guard down.

Someday I’ll find someone who knows all my quirks, annoying habits, and weaknesses, but never make me feel ashamed of my flaws.

Someday I hope to find the one who’s afraid of losing me.

Someday to someone I’ll be more than good enough.

His dark eyes, vast and vibrant like the night sky.

I fall deep inside them completely mesmerized.

A trance so bitter sweet, even the most sincere melancholy falls to my feet.

And the truest sorrow must admit defeat.

I want to drown in his embrace.

My heart sinks every time I see his face.

He is such a splendor to my dreaming eyes.

His smile like the sunrise

His calm so divine.

Like constellations drawn upon the earth, our souls merge as our bodies entwined.

But these moments don’t last, falling away
like the sands if time.

It's like I'm screaming, and no one can hear.

As I'm suspended above an unrequited sea of tears.

And if the cables are cut, nothing holds me up, and nothing pulls me down.

No choice but to levitate, for I've never been on solid ground.

For even when I'm drowning no one ever seems to be around.

Perhaps it's the strength in love and hope that keeps me afloat.

I've only reached the edge of night, and I shall carry on till each mornings light.

Turning toward the fire in the sky, letting all the shadows fall behind.

Along with the broken words that always seem to find me.

I do not desire a facade to maintain, or a visage marked by adversity that never seems to fade.

So I'll let all my worries fall like rain, because it's only my life that I fall into reign.

As my life takes its course, it's a journey I travel like a dark-horse.

Captivated by your essence emanating from your soul like a vast halo encompassing your being

I became addicted to your intoxicating elixir

My body wholly consumed by your enchanting embrace

Restraining my soul into lustful submission; renouncing its vessel to confer servitude to your every desire

My heart erratic inside my chest as my body restlessly trembles; enduring elation in every caress

Engulfed in a sheath of ecstasy my mind becomes vacant as i am transfixed by the sound of your voice and every sensation bestowed on my being

Euphoric rapture washes over me like burning embers and champagne rushing fiercely through my vanes

My body is revived into an exuberant state of release and exultation like a high I never want to come down from

In a vast eternity of stars I am insignificant, and aware that one day all my labors shall return to dust.

My mind is never blind yet I let myself covet things I shall never acquire.

Furthermore my zeal just a shout into the void of a forever within numbered days.

Every facet of my shattered depiction of reality is inevitably doomed to oblivion.

Yet merely every jubilating moment in this little infinity I've been gifted has been incredibly liberating.

Unfettered from a stasis of insensibility and dejection I will never take a single moment for granted.

Lost in her dreams, hanging only by a strand

She merits saving, but he's only just a man

With his endearing gallantry he shakes down all her walls

She tries to omit her truths endeavoring as she falls

Like an apothecary he can heal and he can cure

Merely every lechery and debauchery her body endures

When set loose they are like wild creatures wreaking havoc

Her body yearning for the beast she just has to have it

She sees life in his eyes whilst his body she feasts

Such cravings, such hunger, been missing the way he tastes

Her body runs like a flume every time she sees his face

his voice made her thrum as he pushed himself inside

as he pressed between her thighs she was ever satisfied.

For she is only human you see, in need of being freed

And he was fictitious in witch you seem to only read

a part of her reverie he always seems to be

I have an average face with average features and he is unaware of my immense passion for writing

I have pale skin with too many freckles and he doesn't know how much I love the creation and beauty of art

I am strangely quiet and awkwardly coy when I'm around new people but he doesn't know how brazenly blissful I am when I sing

I have small feet and I'm a little bit too short and he doesn't know how enthralled I become as I amble through the brilliance of nature

My hands are too small for my chubby fingers and he doesn't know how elegantly I play the guitar, piano or flute

My head is oddly shaped and my hairs too frizzy but he doesn't know how much I enjoy the splendidness of reading a good book

I am clumsy and often trip over my own two feet but he doesn't know I love to move my body freely with dance

I bite the inside of my lip and fidget incessantly when I'm nervous but he doesn't see the intensity of kindness and understanding inside me

I enjoy being alone entirely too much but he doesn't see that I am alone

He sees me
But he doesn't see me

I want you inside my mind
enrapturing my thoughts,
and consuming my dreams with your lustful tendencies.

I want you in the nights covered by stars, under lavender moons living out our fantasies.

I want you in the days, as the morning sun warms our souls and our bodies blossom in ecstasy.

I want you in the rain with dripping wet bodies, bound by ****** chemistry.

I want you in my heart, pulsing through my veins beating so Steadily.

I want to surrender to your needs.
You are my remedy.

Standing in front of you, trying to savor the beauty that lies beneath every point of view.
Letting it all sync in so slowly, with words sewn together with sincerity and compassion.
As your body comes close to me, It all unravels and falls at your feet. I cannot breathe, just wanting your hands all over me.
Can I get you close enough to feel the air that escapes your lips?
Can I grasp you tightly between my hips, as I feel your sweat beneath my fingertips?
As the scent of your skin lingers with mine, our experience together has been exceptionally divine.

I am an inimitable and obscure butterfly trapped inside her chrysalis... a caged bird with a yearning desire to feel the wind beneath her wings... I am a recherché flower that instead of being watered and nourished has been plucked and stowed away in a Vase for critiquing but I shall one day grow roots and ground myself were I am meant to be...

I got so lost in the alluring depths of his soul, i forgot not to fall in love...

I fell apart, and all the pieces were lost at sea.
But slowly each day these pieces I retrieve.
Some are damaged and some are worn,
and some have managed to weather the storm.
They will never recognize this new me,
as these pieces go back so differently.
And I recreate this masterpiece.

I'm still learning to carry the weight of my own existence

To follow suit in this world I've become adversely resistant.

It's such a hostile place you can become broken in an instance

Blind of vanity I store my eyes in a cardboard box

For all that is essential can only be seen by ones heart.

Everything and everyone that is real cannot visibly be seen without seeing every part.

We are each uniquely a miraculous work of art.

But no matter the form of beauty the world may just tear you apart.

We are all flowers in the winds of fear and temptations.

Humans often lack understanding, kindness and patience.

Though we all have the ability to change the world and achieve greatness.

Most choose to be ungrateful and remain faceless.

Perhaps I've chosen to see past all the greed and hatefulness.

Lost among the stars I am reminded the universe is vastly bigger than all of this.

I want to thrive and twist and burn with life.

Live passionately curious until i draw my last breath.

knowing with each rotation of the earth, there is potential to evince new magical manifestations.

With an open heart i shall shrewdly descry the universe through perceptive cerulean eyes.

I wish to breath in the secret whispers of the world through crimson lips, slowly exhaling every experience.

Continuously remain enlightened, embracing every intrinsic phenomenon life has to offer.

Reality exists in our minds. What is visible depends on our willingness to alter our perceptions.

Half of living is to seek the truth and believe there is always more than what meets the eye.

Half of living is just letting your thoughts run riot and letting your imagination wreak havoc.

Nobody knows the the minatory storms that dwell within; or why I remain altruistic continuously reaching for the horizon

The quandaries I've shouldered will never define me; my soul too serene for melancholy to blind me

These eyes still see the stars even through all these tears; my journey has yielded scars but I no longer wallow in fears

Inside me an intrinsic luminous core stowed deep within; never to be darkened never becoming grim

Benevolent I will remain my spirit never to be razed; absolved of all my blunders no allegiance to the pain

Nostalgia crept in like potent medicine unwittingly fickle heart remembers where my roots begin listening to the voice inside me resurgence of who I am

In the stillness of the night beneath the shimmering stars, the moonlight dims and the world grows quiet,
I think of him.

Watch me parish in the flames, as your lustful words set my flesh on fire.

I will be your empress of the night, let my body be your empire.

I’ll give you what you like, fulfillment of your every desire.

Your reign so intoxicating pinning me into deep submission.

No resistance to your high, is my invited sedition

Passion dripping down my thighs, is my beseeching conviction.

With every exchanging breath my heart races behind supple *******

As you love me from the inside out, wearing only ribbons and lace.

Put your lips on mine, and let me enjoy the aftertaste.

The way you move your body like a poised work of art.
Take charge.
King of my body parts.

Touch me with your mischievous mind; feel it through my aching flesh.

Caress my body with imploring eyes; run your thoughts across my thighs and chest.

Penetrate me with your carnal words; your whispers leave me trembling.

The way you have amorously embraced my soul, I will forever be remembering.

It is evident we are each individually exquisite and unique humans, neither being bound to the typical, and monotonous status quo.
On these grounds encumbering life circumstances often do not impede the revelations of undeniably fervent connections, and sensual desires between gifted souls.

Inevitably leaving all resistance of temptations futile.
Subsequently, this leads them to briefly venture down the desirable off-beaten path of opportunity.
Seeking its majestic and sublime territory, yearning to exploit a potentially wondrous escapade within its tree line borders.

These manifestations and desires are defined considerably impractical, and reprehensible. Therefore all aspirations of the matter ideally should be eradicated. Every extent of its relevance forbidden and furthermore should likely never exceed beyond the acknowledgment within our grey matter.
But the pleasure and fulfillment of some experiences you just simply can not pass up

I wouldn't miss you I said, perhaps a lie I've tried to convince my head.

I haven't stopped thinking about you so frivolous in my bed.

Your an amenity it seems I must retire.
Though I still just want to dance in the darkness of your perfervid desires.

Bask in the raging flames of your unfurling wildfires.

Trying to distract myself so thoughts of you disappear. Inside my mind you seem to be adhered.

Those late nights in my room, now my bed sheets smell like you.

The things you do to my body, steady like the tide push and pull like oceans do.

Follow your lead as you take me by the hips, until your name breathlessly escapes my lips.

Now feeling as though a flower deprived of sun, I still know it was all in fun.

You lifted me up as though I've never been so high. But now you have gone, and I won't ask why.

Needless to say it would be untrue, if I had said I didn't miss you.

I fell in love with your thoughts,
And the way you same my name.

The way you whisper in the dark, and every breath exchanged.

You are my warrior of the night, as you set my soul ablaze.

Craving the fruits of your embrace, and how limitless it tastes.

He was the pen, and I was the paper.
His words rained over me as he spilled his ink. With each stroke of his pen he wrote poems inside me.

Days bleed into months,
so much time has passed

Still, the hunger remains.

On these sheets are stains,
reminders of the past.

Relentless thoughts ****** and enslave me.

Wanting you to dominate and slay me.

So effortlessly you detain me.
Your body I’m craving.

Take me down and feed my need,
oh how you do it so well.

Your essence like a drug, I’m addicted to your spell.

Captivated by your enchanting eyes.

Your scent so sublime.

It’s only a matter of time...

Our coquettish words woven together with sincerity and passion.
Your curious fingertips tracing every inch of my unveiled body.
My crimson lips paint a picture across your flawless canvas.
Ensues the most intrinsic work of art.

Will I ever know how to fly like birds?

Hooked on your tongue, I listen to every word.

Do I make you sad?
Do I make you proud?
Will I ever be the one who stands out in a crowd?

Does it matter after all?

All our fears could be irrelevant.
Could you just love me for the hell of it?

I felt your despair seep through my flesh.
It left me stained and restless.

Seeking solace in recklessness, you painted your art across the heart inside my chest.

Together we dance in the dark, letting moonbeams reveal all our scars.

The world is ours to rewrite every verse.

Our silent screams to the universe, we shall be heard.

I know you’re far from home.
You are not alone.

Together we learn to fly like birds.