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xavier thomas Oct 2020
Rain beats against the window pane bringing a sound of rhythm into the room. Light from the lavender scented candle resting upon the wooden dresser flickers in the blanket of darkness that’s cascading the bedroom.
Observing his technique as he massages my feet that’s resting on his lap.
Laid out on the bed with my back pressed against the wooden headboard.
I watch as he applies pressure to the bottom of my feet in circular motion.
After a long day of work, this is all I wanted.
To eat a savory home-cooked meal rich in flavor.
Soak in a lavender scented bubble bath, as he sat on the edge of our white ceramic tub and read a book of poetry.
Now as we unwind for the night as God creates change outside through rain and thunder, I find comfort in the peace I receive as I watch the man I love applying pressure not only to my feet but to my heart.
Her view
xavier thomas Oct 2020
His hands trace the curvature of my body as I wrap my legs around his waist, quivering as his tongue explores places that motivates my body to react through a swift shift in movement of arching my back.
Gasps softly emerge from my mouth as I feel an entrance of rhythmic motion allowing the depths of my love to emerge as I mirror his passion that’s exhibited through the twists, turns, and motions causing me to get lost in pleasure, pushing me to realize that I’m finding myself in the reflection of his dark brown eyes.
Her view
xavier thomas Jul 2020
My body all over her body:
Hands traveling deep on her backside cuffing her cake.
She bring me closer & breaks the sudden moment of our kiss, tasting mint flavored gum on my tongue.
Staring into my dark brown eyes, breathing in my cologne
I lean down in attempt to receive another kiss.
She rest her hand upon my chest, prohibiting me from moving forward, smiling
Love surrounds us as I press my lips against the middle of her forehead.
Then...
I close my eyes, lay her head on my chest so she can hear my heart play music
whispering- “You. It’s always been you.”
P.L.A.Y
xavier thomas Jul 2020
Rain beats against the window pane bringing a drumming rhythm into the room.
Light from the lavender candles rest upon the wooden dresser, flickering in the blanket of darkness that’s cascading the bedroom.
I walk into the room where my baby is,
Observing how tired she is.
After a long day of work I cooked her dinner,  ran a bubble bath, & sat at the edge of the bed reading poems while rubbing her feet.
Apply pressure in circular motion as she lays back against the wooden headboard.
Now as we unwind for the night, God creates thunder & rain outside the window in the background.
She tells me she finds comfort & peace from watching the man she love apply pleasure, not only to these bunions of feet, but to her heart.
P.L.A.Y
xavier thomas Jul 2020
We stay up past midnight, sitting on the living room floor together.
Joking, laughing, & sharing threads of each other lives in a story that echoes the rhythm of poetry.
Reminiscing over a game of Uno
I brush my hand against hers through the exchange of cards. She flinches & start blushing.
I notice her mood & body language change.
Glancing into her brown eyes, I could tell she wanted to do something else.
So I begin to speak, asking her- “ Hey, do you want to take this game to the bedroom?”
P.L.A.Y
xavier thomas Jul 2020
I trace the curvature of her body with my hands as she wraps her legs around my waist.
Her tongue quivers while I explore areas where the natural garden lies.
-Back arches in reaction to my touch igniting swift movements & pleasure
-Entrance rhythmic motion from the depths of our love emerging as we mirror passion through twists & turns
-Pushing me to realize that I’m finding myself in the reflection of her dark brown eyes.

Come make me feel sane baby
P.L.A.Y
wordvango Aug 2018
Taking charge when our congress won't.
watch Rachel Maddow's latest episode-"New Cohen subpoena could mean new legal trouble for Trump family"
Àŧùl May 2016
She said,
"I am truly yours,"
And me,
I am a fool always.
Waiting,
To be cheated,
They always say,
"I have found someone better,
He's just like me & so compatible."


I had read her acceptance letter then,
She had promised me to love me,
I had even renamed myself,
For her, I took that step,
So long as lifelong.

Reading her old love letters,
I now realize its postmortem,
That I read none complete,
At the bottom of the offer,
Was written in small letters,
**"CONDITIONS APPLY"
My HP Poem #1076
©Atul Kaushal

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