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Carolin Aug 2015
I carry your heart in the
middle of my chest.

Between my *******.

A place where it's safe
to rest.

Your heartbeat is the lullaby
that helps me go to sleep.

It's the medicine that heals
me as it's fast and cheap.

I carry your heart wherever
I go.

Through ice and snow.

Through rain and storms.

I carry your heart through
it all* ~
Carolin Aug 2015
It's getting dark now.
The tempest is rising from
underneath my skin.

You're miles away. And
it's driving me insane.

My bones are hallow and
my heart is becoming
weak and thin.

My hair is grey as dust
and ash. And i hear a
sad melancholy on
replay all day.

I daydream of my funeral
whenever i touch your side
of the bed and not find
you there.

I need you here now. This
distance is suffocating me.

My lungs are becoming
heavy and i feel the fiery
flames burning from within.

I need to jump now. To
reach your place. To swim
miles away over the ocean's
furious waves.

How could you do this and
travel to such a place. I
need you now and there
is no time to waste.

I'll take the risk and jump
from a highest of cliffs.

My bones are aching and
my body is shaking as I'm
craving your voice and taste.

Rescue me now.
Rescue me somehow.

Grab me by hips and pull me
away. Stop the wreckage
before it takes place.

I'll never let you travel miles
away from me like that again.

And i'll follow you wherever
you go even if it's outer space
or into the grave.

I love you dear. And I need
you near* ~
Carolin Aug 2015
Nights were never meant
for sleeping. Just gentle
love and hugs.

Camping wasn't meant for
bonfires and roasted
marshmallows. But meant
for sleeping bags and your
lover to be the pillow.

Nights were meant for
kissing under the starry
skies and tangled limbs.
Soft kisses and ******
whispers in your lovers
ears as well.

They were meant for making
out gently instead of rough
messy loud ***.

Because the angels fly above
the ripples in our sheets as
they watch us and play their
harps and violins.

While we kiss each other's
lips over and over again as
passion fills our naked bodies
from within* ~
Carolin Aug 2015
Baby bunny goes hop
hop hop. Baby bunny
jumps up up up.

It boxes the stars and
swings back to mars.

Then sleeps at night on
the moon as it whispers
soft lullabies into its ears.

And they float above
the earth's atmosphere.

Miles away from the
meadows on the
ground.

Baby bunny drifts away
like the golden sands
carried away by the
winds of the sahara.

Baby bunny drifts away
like dandelions blown  
into the air while held in
a child's hand.

Baby bunny hops up up
and up. Into the galaxies
and its own secret
fantasies.

Leaving mother earth
behind.

Not wanting to make
reality make him go
blind.

Baby bunny hops its
way to the place it
created in the back
of its little innocent
mind* ~
Carolin Aug 2015
And i'll dress up in pearls
and beads for you.

Belly dance around the
room to please and ******
you.

Move my hips slowly from
the left to the right in order
to create the best of vibes.

I'll twist and twirl as i carry
your love inside of my every
vein.

Roll over the bed sheets
and our porcelain
floor.

Till the heat rises and you
can't take no more.

Till you feel the lust in you
from head to toe.

And the fire burning from
within under your coffee
coloured skin.

Till you get up and strip me
all.

As you brush the chaos
off my vanilla scented skin.

As the pearls fall one after
another from their strings
spelling out your name on
the floor.

And we're left naked with
nothing covering our skin
and bones but the night's
dim lights.

And our bodies collide and
become one. As we kiss
with two mouths and
one love.

And the explosion and sin
begin to start while the room
is quite.

And lit with flickering candle
lights that gently caress and
lick the walls till the night is
gone and we're left with
dawn* ~
Carolin Aug 2015
Bobbing our heads to the
beat of the rhythm of the
people singing in the street.

Dancing on branches and
twigs with happy feet.

Flying around the city all day. Standing on statues of clay.

While our hearts bloom just
like the flowers of spring do.

We look at one another's pretty feathers and say the words of
I love you.

While other pigeons watch
us as I lean forward to kiss
you the way morning dew
kisses the flowers and their
leaves too.

They watch us as I kiss you
the way lovers do at night in
the city lights.

As they shout out for an encore
and flap their wings to clap* ~
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