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stephanie Jan 2018
eternal slumber

warmth, provided by lover

postponing our stress
stephanie Jan 2018
i take that pill
as a substitute
for ****.

it's not an exact
replica, though.
the effects are

almost completely different.
my drowsiness is more
zombie-like

rather than
playful and
light-hearted.

the high makes
my stomach turn
not growl with hunger.

I don't want to sound
like a cliche hippie,
but I prefer the herb.
stephanie Nov 2017
its been snowing all day
the first flakes
of an applachian winter
reminds me of years before
hurting, leaving,
now healing.
this winter will be mine --
ours.
i will not let my anxiety take over
the person i really am
not this time.
2018 will be my *****
stephanie Nov 2017
the night has covered the town.
dim streetlights line the edges of sidewalks
it's the only light we have
this deep in November
the clouds hug the moon and hide her
from our world
and the raindrops fall and kiss our cold blushed faces
this deep in November
frost has yet to make an appearance
but whistles and whispers that it's nearby
this deep in November
the only warmth we find is in each other
bodies under blankets
we heat ourselves with love
this deep in November
stephanie Nov 2017
,,
I like being the last to close my eyes
before a kiss
so I can get one last glimpse of those eyes
stephanie Nov 2017
i love the breath we share
mid-kiss
when we come up for air
after swimming in each others adrenaline.
i love when your hands
force a gasp out my mouth
sending a shock up my spine
and through my lips
grabbing a hold of whatever area of skin
is there
and biting down with as much
energy that you send through me
and you're left with black and blues on your neck
that mirror onto my chest, my stomach, my hips

you push yourself up,
locking my eyes, you tell me how
much you love me. in these moments there is
no where else i'd rather be.
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