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Baylee Kaye Jun 2018
dance with me.

take my hand in your own.

spin me slowly in the light of the moon.

pull me close to you.

hold me here, right here.

whisper in my ear that you love me.

let your fingertips wander across my skin.

light a fire in my bones.

make my lips go numb with your taste.

focus on me, keep your eyes focused on me.
Baylee Kaye Jun 2018
we stared into the sunset,
an endless, never-ending sea of possibility.
thoughts roamed our minds,
each filled to the brim with a familiar yearning.
the kind that settles between our ribs,
and tugs at our souls.
it pulls us close, close, closer.
until our heartbeats melt together,
pump in a single steady flow.
we breathe in the same rhythm and time,
because from now until forever,
we will be completely intertwined.
we make each other whole.
connection stings in our bones,
we are deeply connected,
more than just body to body,
it’s soul to soul.
our love runs oceans deep.
Baylee Kaye Jun 2018
kisses in slow motion,
breathe me in quietly.
pull me close to your skin,
hold me warm and tight.
let your love flood my senses,
and overload my mind with affection.
feel my body pressed close,
wrap your arms around my waist,
under the covers.
cravings
Baylee Kaye Jun 2018
would he love a girl decorated in tattoos,
even if his skin was pale and clear as snow?
I wonder if he maybe would be repulsed by the idea of art displayed on the curves of my given canvas, that maybe to him it’s a pitfall.
could he look past my painted temple,
perhaps even learn to cherish the pieces I adore?
I hope and pray, that someday, he’ll even love them too.
I love tattoos and wish to have many in the future. This piece is written in concern that if a future partner dislikes tattoos will they dislike me too?
Baylee Kaye Jun 2018
I got lucky when I stumbled upon you.
some call it fate, some even destiny,
but for me I call it chance.
though I know you now, the thought that I could’ve looked over you, chosen someone else, terrifies me.
to think I wouldn’t know your voice, your laughter, that I would have traded it for somebody different, is a concept I wish to not know.
I’m fortune to love you, adore you, support you.
I took a leap of faith when I decided on you,
it could’ve been anyone else,
out of billions of souls it could’ve been another,
but instead the stars aligned us,
us and only us.
to love, to live, to lead.
to give, to be, to receive.
for this fact I am forever and eternally grateful,
to have found you that one afternoon,
and to take a chance and choose to pursue
relief is all I feel when I look at you.
Baylee Kaye Jun 2018
caves whisper to you better than
any man can.
they understand your
deepest desires and secrets.
the wind carries away every
sin and piece of guilt.
each crevasse is there to drown your sorrow.
under earth streams in place
to wash away the pain.
the caves are empathetic with your very being,
they do not boast in their knowledge of you,
but rather than cherish the memories
you share to them.
I’ve been in so many caves. Ones in Missouri, Arkansas, Texas, Kentucky...each one has healed me in different ways. Truly they are a gift from God.
  May 2018 Baylee Kaye
Paul Hansford
I admit it.
I blew you up.
No ill-feeling,
I just had to do it.

There you were,
so small,
so young,
so innocent,
and I blew you up.

I had nothing against you.
In fact I rather liked you.
I still do like you,
quite a lot,
but it had to be done.

You need to understand,
that photo of you was so tiny
I couldn’t even tell
if it was you or not.

So I blew you up
until you filled the screen,
and I could see that it really was you.
You looked so much better like that,
much younger,
but still you.

So I checked the colours
and saved it.
Oh yes, I kept the original too,
so that I still had what you had sent me.

But you must agree.
You were so small,
I just had to blow you up.

I hope you don’t mind.
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