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 Sep 2013 eva
modelb0nes
shelooked at me
and my heart
suddenly started to beat
like a metronome

and I wasn't breathing
oxygen anymore but
her* scent; I mean,
whatever that smelt like

and my veins suddenly came alive
as my teeth collapsed in my mouth
and my fingers hid in their pockets

and I don't exactly know why or how
she was doing this or exactly if
she knew she was doing this to me
but

every time she smiled,
(the sun would burst out of the clouds
on a stormy night and the rain
would carve out words
that not even I knew)
I would recognize it
and every single tooth in her mouth
and every crease and every dimple.

Man, I knew her more
than I knew myself
and after all of that,
I had absolutely
nothing
left

except her.
this was from a guy's view by the way.. haha
and it didn't mean to be that long. I just wrote. And wrote. And wrote.
 Sep 2013 eva
wounded
addicted //
 Sep 2013 eva
wounded
it's how much i want you
how much i need you next to me
on top of me, under me
or touching me
in any possible which way
it's how much
i crave to taste you
to have your flavor
upon my devilish lips
my saliva dripping
from salacious skin
it's how much
i yearn to hear you
either in conversation
or releasing impassioned moans
breathing heavily
in sync with me
breathing sound sleep
or just… breathing
it's how much i desire
to smell like you
as our bodies ephemerally swirl
to stifle scarlet passions
to awaken a fervid lust
for symphonic sighs
as i free the melodies
by striking your chorus
with my benevolent baton
it's how much i wish
to gaze upon a silhouette
radiating sultriness
as it loses itself
viscerally against me
it's how much i ache
for your ravishing kiss
it's how much
i'm already addicted
to it
 Sep 2013 eva
wounded
eventually,
i will eagerly experience
all your fifty-four flavours
but in this moment
i'm only in the mood
for neapolitan
every inch of surface
melting with the graze
of my tantalized tongue
guided by the tempting taste
of your vanilla-scented skin
i candidly drizzle
chocolaty syrup
onto your milky mounds
before i suckle the center
and tease the cherry ****
tenderly between my teeth
but i'm in the highest hopes
for the strawberry flavors
especially after the fruit
has been sufficiently savored
by your luscious lips
(both pairs of them)
and covered copiously
in carnally-compelled cream
finger-whipped
by a duo of digits
or maybe three
until you sensually scream
 Sep 2013 eva
modelb0nes
nervous
 Sep 2013 eva
modelb0nes
(All I see is) white
while I write
(about everything that
is involved with you) which
(is nothing)
I bet you thought, "what?" after reading this. Well I had the same reaction after writing this poem. Anyways. I'm a little bit of an alliteration ******.
 Sep 2013 eva
modelb0nes
the sun slips
through my cold hands

this wasn't suppose to be a love story
and yet I fall in love in your eyes
everyday
Its unfinished and makes no sense.
 Sep 2013 eva
goatgirl
then mere touches lead me to crescendos
and the vibrations linger
for days on end

if an emotion is the striking of a chord,
then sometimes the song you play on my heart strings
is an ominous one

but it always rose to newer heights,
until the song faded on its own

and cacophony replaced
the thrilling harmonies you sang

if an emotion is the striking of a chord,
then all that's left of us is an imperceptible remnant of
a once rapidly-oscillating frenzy
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