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 Nov 2013 Melissa Breanne
Alvaka
Him
 Nov 2013 Melissa Breanne
Alvaka
Him
It's your scent
When you come home from work, covered in dirt and grind
To after you shower and you've laid down to sleep and that light layer of sweat starts to seep through
It's the laughter you get when something tickles you
Your happiness glows
And oh my god is it your body
Your arms, thick and protective
My shield throughout the night
Your back, wide and experienced
Your mind, so refreshingly simple
I miss you
Even when you're here
I can't seem to let you love me
I wish I could
And when you are actually gone
The sheets we sleep in let me know you're still here
It's your scent
She arrives in front of me,
With flooding tears and sighs,
Her sadness is what seems to be,
Silently I kiss her eyes.

Her heart had broke in two,
I rest my hand on her chest,
For what seems wrong to do,
I only do what I think is best.

Her wrists bleed in rivers,
I lick her blood away,
Her body restless with shivers,
Don't worry, I'm here to stay.

Her mouth decorated in a small pout,
Shamelessly I kiss her lips,
What the hell was that about?
For a tiny glimpse of bliss.

We lay on the bed,
Her eyes watery and weak,
My hand gently strokes her head,
For what we do is no need to speak.

I lose myself in her presence,
I drown in her eyes,
I can't put it in a sentence,
What we did wasn't quite wise.

Inside of her so wet and warm,
For what seems like a cold heartless girl,
I feel her lustful grip on my arms,
I wish for her to stay in my world.

Her quiet moans are music to my ears,
I'll make her forget about her ex,
I'll be there to take her tears,
We made love, that is more than ***.
Copyright Aikin
Love me until I am sore

Until I am no more

Hold the daylight in your palm and drag it up my thigh

Not so gentle

Pull my hair

take me

taste me  

touch me

tame me

anchor my skin with your sin

feel me from within

kiss stars from my eyes and blow petals from my lips

Love me hard until I bleed

in 28 days

or so…
Brown eyes,
brown hair,
soft lips,
strong arms,
a woman's dream. My man.

Intertwined legs,
bodies pressed so close
we sleep nose to nose,
chest to chest, and palm to palm.

He'll get up in the morning
just to watch me wake up,
brush the hair out of my eyes,
and tell me beautiful even when I'm still half asleep.
When I go to walk away he pulls me up against his chest,
cups my chin and whispers softly in my ear,
''Please don't ever leave me. I couldn't live with myself if you did.''
I barely whisper the words, ''I promise''.
He tells me I'm his life, and I believe he means it.
I just felt like it, my feelings are the words I out on paper and so is my life.
Clouds cover my eyes
and smoke drips from my lips
as I lay down to wake

the thoughts flitting through my mind
as my body floats in a bubble of time

stuck, as everything else
flys swiftly by

like a fish in a tank
my own bubbles of thought
floating up from my lips
I stare in wonder
At the noiseless sound
And thoughtless stares
Of no one there

I close my eyes
And my dreams are stolen from me
In a daze I do not know

I run from the darkness
And hide in the light
And cower from the wishes at my fingertips
And the smiles on my wrists.

As my body floats through this daze
My eyes shut tight in this bubble of mine
I **** the smoke back from my lips
And take another hit.
I found a cat, but he liked me.
So its not like I forcefully took him away.
I rode my bike with him, he latched on to me like a baby being breast fed by its mother.
He enjoyed the ride.
Excuse me but he is playing with a pen cap.
He cries when he is alone
But when I am near he loves me, like he needs my comfort when he is in another cats territory because he is scared.
So I bring him closer to show him its okay.
He hasn't used the litter box, but maybe because he is scared.
He is very hungry though, I think he was starved.

I just got out of the shower
so I am writing to you standing up
leaning against my bed
with your t-shirt on
naked.
What is love?

Is it when the young school boy gives his chocolate chip cookie to the little girl beside him, who got oatmeal, because her favorite  is chocolate chip?

Is it when the teenage girl stays up late into the next morning, thinking up scenarios in her head about the way things could have been between him and her?

Is it when the elderly man gives up his jacket, on a cold winters night, to the homeless boy that lives in the alley?

For who are we to determine what love is?

Love is unconditional.
Love is unpredictable.
Love is undefined.
I would be married, but I’d have no wife,
I would be married to a single life.
Do you love me?
Do I care?
I reach out to you
no one is there.
You tell me you love me
I tell you the same
but all that I'm doing
is hiding my pain.
Life in the fast lane
it ain't all that great
in my world that only
revolves around hate.
Wrote this at 14
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