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Emilia Rose Nov 2015
It's kind of like chewing strawberry bubble gum for the first time
And the kisses are always so tasty and tender and sweet
Her skin is as soft as yours
Her curves remind you of ocean waves hitting your body
Long hair cascading down her back as it tangles up with yours
Two ******* suddenly become four
Two Goddesses become one
Emilia Rose Oct 2015
Her names such a sweet thing
She's kinda ***** but innocent
Her skirts are short but always has shorts underneath
She wants the night to take her body, but
Her heart longs for a church boy she met when she was 7
She's scared of ***, but wants to make love
Her first love was five years older, he had a  harley and smoked marlboros
She played piano and said grace before dinner
Her mom hasn't seen that moon tattoo on her back, her dad thinks she goes off to study literature at the library
She meets with Dan her Harley boy and they kiss on old route 69
Her hearts beating fast
Her thoughts start to blur
Her first time
Her church boy
Her piano recital
Her moon tattoo
Her mouth on his Marlboros
Her back is arching
Her heart it racing
Her body is shaking
Her mommas mistaken
Her daddys forsaken
Her grace is being taken
Her heart keeps on racing
Oh!
She's only 17
Oh, but her names such a sweet thing
Emilia Rose Sep 2015
In a dark mind enclosed by his own morbid thoughts lied a man I feel in love with , not because he could rule with an iron fist and terrify whoever he chose , but a man with a sensitive soul wanting to be loved and to love. His own ways of affection were light, gentle pats on my back, a stroke of my cheek, and helding of my hands as we layed down as couples do. I asked him once why he didnt grasp me when we were alone, caress me more in our private meets and he said his world is full of death and macabre that he didnt want to taint the only light of his life. So I held him more. I caressed him as we were one, I would whisper sweet nothings into his ears and reassure him that springs ends soon, and that I would return to my true home. My dark knight, he shines so bright in my eyes, no one could ever love him the way I do. No one.
Emilia Rose Aug 2015
It was a long time ago. But thats when I started getting feelings for him. And they were just tiny ones. Like the way he smiled or laughed or just spoke but now its just the way he is that amazes me. I love his mind. How he thinks. We're both two different people with opposite thoughts and i know i dont know everything there is to what he knows but it works. I feel like we fit each other like a puzzle that neither of us knows we're making. It sounds so poetic but sometimes you can't help who you fall for.
This isnt really a poem. It was a conversation i had with a friend about how I've fallen hopelessly and endlessly in love with a man 11 years older than me. I'm falling in love and for the first time I'm not afraid.
Emilia Rose Aug 2015
We danced. Like the way the ocean kisses the shore you left me wanting more of you. We danced to hip hop and rap and pretended to know the words even though they were to fast for our mouths to truly form the words we would end up tripping over but never on ourselves. We danced to jazz. Old country blues when we felt like the world was beating down on us by the constant reminder that ourselvesy as a person wasn't good enough to make it big in the world, that our bodies were too big , or muscular or tall or fat or the wrong color. I grabbed your hand and told you you were the perfect shade of love to me, of human to me. We once tried dancing to folk music, but I stopped us two steps in. But it didn't matter what genre we picked because in the end we always made up our own. A combination of wine intoxicated bodies moving to soul, salsa, and opera mixed with the longing to feel another ones warmth inspired us to keep on going in this life. We danced till we ran out of breath and turned blue, and until all the twisting and turning and arching from our bodies hurt like the way we would make love.....I don't dance much these days. I actually don't even get up most of the time at parties. Besides the fact that it's hard to dance in a room full of people feeling alone , I'm missing my dance partner. I miss you.
  Jul 2015 Emilia Rose
Emily Von Shultz
It should be a simple question.

No matter the technicalities,
it doesn't count if it was against your will.
I wish someone had told me that in high school.
Emilia Rose May 2015
My second semester of my first year of college was intense. I felt like a failure, insecure, and doubtful if what I was going after would bring me happiness. Until I witnessed something. Something beautiful I hardly ever see with today's young generations in relationships. As I sat at a table studying my sign language homework , a young couple sat before me studying as well. One of them seemed distressed, so the other put their arm around them and said, "It's okay, we don't have to get married right now. I know things are hard, and having your family there means a lot to you, so lets give this some time". They continued to talk about there financial situation, family, school, and how our finals were coming up. Then one of them said, "I'm sorry about fighting with you last night, I just felt so overwhelmed. I didn't mean anything I said last night". In which the other replied " I know, and I forgave you right after".
Those two individuals were two young men who seemed to be in their early twenties. They did the same things thousands of us do every day, but what made them different was that defined others dismiss in vows once said, "For better of for worse". And they weren't even married yet. They're holding onto something others take for granted everyday. The love, and devotion, and understanding that I saw left me speechless...
It made me think back to my first love, and how we once had plans about our futures, but as I stated before we just took it for granted.
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