Delaney Marie

Delaney Marie Dec 2013

Let me touch you.
Not where you think I'm going to,
but where my hands were meant to be.

Let me kiss you.
Not on your lips,
but on every other body part that's never been kissed.

Passion runs through my veins
as my nails run through your hair.
Scratching and pulling while our bodies breathe in unison.

*** isn't an option.
Make love to me like only you know how.
Make your name my lips favorite word.
Make my legs go numb from the pleasure
you've caused between them;
the pleasure you've caused between us.

Stopping isn't an option.
Let me explode. Physically and mentally.
Let your fingers be the reason my mind won't set you free.
Let's just… be, B.

Delaney Marie Nov 2013

Change of Address

Why is it that my deepest thoughts reside at the end of a ballpoint pen?
Unraveling cursive curses onto these horizontal crutches.
Lines bearing the weight of my heavy mind..
because you’re on my mind.
But that’s nothing new so I laugh,
chuckling at the idea of that ever changing,
because you live there.

You built a house in my head without even knowing;
laid the foundation of our friendship.
Slowly added brick after brick
until that house became a home.
Furnished it with memories
that will never be forgotten and
constructed a bed out of every
second of love we ever made.

You are the tenant I will never tire of;
the tenant that pays no rent.
Your presence has been payment enough.
And to tell you the truth, if you ever moved,
you’d take my mind with you...

Delaney Marie Nov 2013

Triple Ex Rated

The slightest thought of your touch makes me weak at the knees,
causing me to melt at the part of my body only you seem to master.
South of my belly button.
North of my thighs.
That's where you reside.
That's where I never want you to leave when you're inside.
F#%k
Me.
Excuse my French and kiss my explicit lips as they quiver.

Thoughts like those seem too real
as wants and needs become orgasmically synonymous in my head.
I picture your body where this pillow lie instead.
Vivid imagery of you tracing my frame with yours.
The memories of what you'd do to my body in the past sparks present excitement.

So slowly I go...there. Into your territory.
Softly touching what belongs to you.
Gradually finding what you found each and every time we made love.
Passionately exploring the slippery place below see-level.
Vividly imagining that you're here tonight,
in me, going deeper and deep..
OH
MY
GOD.
I inhale.

Your name escapes my lips
as an ****** escapes my..
lips.

I exhale.
Drifting into infantile sleep with the picture of you smirking imprinted on my brain.
That face you'd make when
you stared at me,
evaluating the aftermath of your ****** destruction, followed by
a nonchalant shift toward my ear,
only to whisper..

Come Again.

Delaney Marie Nov 2013

Letter to B.

I want you to make me tap out while simultaneously hearing me beg for more.
I'd love to scream that every inch of me belongs to you because we both already know that it does.
Every. Inch. Yours.
I often wonder how much power I give you by sharing that information. By explaining that no one else knows what you know. Feels what you feel. Or touches me the only way I need to be touched.
It's a gift and a curse loving you the way I love you, wanting you in a way I can't yet have you, and fiending for you in the most unhealthiest of ways.
You've been the source of my insomnia lately but I enjoy the pain of not sleeping. I'd rather document the way you inhabit my mind at the oddest of hours.
Not as a reminder to myself,
but as a letter to your heart, constantly reassuring that you will never have to question what I felt.

Delaney Marie Nov 2013

All I'll Ever Be

He told me he loved me yesterday.
I sat at a sticky dinner table staring;
hearing each word,
seeing every single letter part his lips,
smelling the fresh scent of spearmint
chewing gum he just unwrapped..

But if you're wondering how it made me feel,
it didn't.
I didn't feel a thing.
My heart's emotions were null and void
until a tear fell down my cheek.
A tear filled with the memories of what
we were and all that we said we'd be.
Wiping my heavy eyes,
I reminiscence each time
you spoke the same sentence I just heard.

I realized entirely too much in the seconds thereafter.
A realization that until someone makes those
three words sound as sinfully sweet as they do
when leaving your mouth,
my heart is forever indebted to you..
Can you fathom how scary that is?
Can you comprehend the severity of your hold on my heart?

It pains me to know that everything I want you to say,
came from a person whose emotions I could not reciprocate,
whose I love you's didn't mean much to me,
and whose feelings didn't make me feel.
Because until you and I are we,
numb is all I'll ever be.

Delaney Marie Oct 2013

The Boy Who Cried Promise

I settle for your declination of devotion in the fall
because I remember all of your sweet summer promises.
The same promises you'd whisper in my ear after a
lackadaisical day spent between the love-stained cotton sheets.
Maybe it's the promises you'd imprint on my skin
through the twists and turns of your docile fingers;
seemingly writing every pinky swear in fluent body language.
I can't forget the promises you'd feed me during our candlelit dinners in the city;
the ones that curbed my heart's appetite for the duration of a 3-course meal.
But the promises I remember most are the same ones
that have my soul avoiding slumber during these sinful hours.
The promises of this time being everything our past was not;
the promises you swore you'd keep.
All of those broken summer promises that you promised me.

Delaney Marie Oct 2013

Frequent Feelings

you make it entirely too hard to love you.
or is it too easy?
either way, the thought of it exhausts me.

you exhaust me.