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 Aug 2014 Rada
Emma
Stepping softly makes the grass breathe
easier, I imagine

I like to touch the trees as I pass by,
the bark leaving a tingle on my fingers
I like to imagine that in my fingerprint a small spot of warmth
is absorbed into the heart of the tree
I intend for the tree to understand I mean
"Thank you"

I whisper when I'm by myself.
I imagine the wind to be full of words
of soft-spoken wanderers,
content with the slowness of
deeply breathing the world in.
 Aug 2014 Rada
RA
Misleading
 Aug 2014 Rada
RA
Kerosene eyes
everywhere you
look, sparkling-
deceptive, I think
I would like to dive
until I sip
and burn my tongue on you.

Stong shoulders
everything you
support, worlds-
dependable, I think
I would like to rest
until I lean
and you dissapate like summer mist.

Feverish fingers
everyone you
brush, warming-
blooming, I think
I would like to thaw
until I touch
and suddenly find myself blazing.
May 14, 2014
10:20 AM
     edited May 19, 2014

Inspired by Where Do My Bluebird Fly by The Tallest Man On Earth.
 Aug 2014 Rada
Chloe King
Want
 Aug 2014 Rada
Chloe King
so slide that way you slide,
so shy,
wanting mouth open
trying to overcome the
hideous transgressions that limit
the capacity of your heart, your  soul
so shallow and broken it seems
only to slither beneath me again
in a lustful dance,
a lilting trance, where I learn
again
to trust you
again, and suddenly, I want
nothing more than the
deepest reaches of your mouth,
your long arms like willow branches,
the way they wrap around me
in times when I no longer desire
a simple word, a celestial sign
that says, “This is our
circadian rhythm, darling,
it is a habitual love.”
Your words haunt your
fingertips, closer my love,
kiss the lips that have
spoken too deeply,
I run from this hatred
of myself for what I have
let you make me.
But you breathe me in like air,
and I can feel the pump of blood,
the rhythm of two hearts
beating together into one
bleeding together into one pool of
shivering lust.
 Aug 2014 Rada
Caroline K
With contour lines of touch,
starting at your shoulder,
down your arm,
overlapping to your stomach.
Slide my fingers across your back,
down your straight shot spine,
you shiver,
kiss my neck,
pull me closer,
breath is heavy,
nails across my back,
mark my skin with your presence.
Lets measure each other depths
in foreign waters,
of these sheets.
I want to see the color of your soul,
everytime you smile.
Up your shoulder blade,
to the back of your head,
trace your defined jaw
ending on your lips.
Eyes meet,
they're cloudy you say?
I think the rain is lifting.
 Aug 2014 Rada
lX0st
Yearning
 Aug 2014 Rada
lX0st
Your heart was never
The same shape as mine
And their collision
Only caused more pain.
I tried not to confuse
Liquor with passion
Nor convenience with love
But your lips tasted so sweet
And I longed for the rush
That only your touch could induce.
 Aug 2014 Rada
Marge Redelicia
let me lay my palms
in that sunken space
between the contours of
your jawline and cheekbones.
let my fingers hide itself
within the secrets of
your jet black hair.
let me draw you close
and closer until
my face fits perfectly in the mold of yours.

it's alright to cry.
maybe your tears will wash the
doubts
hiding between your
lines and creases and the
fear
exuding from your pores.

let my eyes fathom
the depths of yours.
i am sure that hope and wonder
are just there sleeping beneath
and
until they awaken
and rise above the waters,
i will
look at you,
watch over you.
i will
embrace you
until your head
stills its throbbing,
until your skin
regains its glow and warmth
i will.
it's unfair that  i'm having the time of my life while you're always out there crying.
 Aug 2014 Rada
DieingEmbers
let me be your cello
held soft between your thighs,
that you may draw forth music
in wanton heavy sighs.
My body held there closely
as your fingers make me fret,
my bow would be throbbing
as with oil you hold it wet.
Your scent strong upon me
as you rub against my grain,
playing with me a sweet duet
of pleasure and of pain.
 Aug 2014 Rada
Isabella H
Parting my subtle fingers, touching the silky,mellifluous hair

Slowly moving beneath,

Placing my hand beside ,

Drawn to your marvelous, profiled, sculpted, jawline

Teasing fore play and kisses,

Without wasting hesitation,

Removing fabrics swinging in rage across the room,

Bare back and body,

Temperature rising,

Top to bottom,

As you harden and drenched,

Your rugged , tempestuous hands,

Throwing a weak influenced temptation,

Into a lustful haze, spinning  

An imitation on repeat,

The heat intoxicating , inflaming the bonds between our desires,

Penetrating  our virginity,

Throbbing in and outwards,

Notion the anguish and agony ,

Discomforting in moving surfaces,

I plead within your name ,

Carelessly tugging and hanging onto your body,

Arms flung around your waist,

As you angrily demanded more from me,

Ordering  to continue on wards,

The obsession grew expectantly,

A new form of  infatuation,

Thrusting relentlessly,

Earsplitting moaning,

Sensual whispers,

Piercing marks ****** ,

Licked,

A Sign of ownership,

Smacking grip below,

Letting go uncontrollably,

Reaching  into the endearing ******,

Seizure,

Absolute Bliss.
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