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Matt 2d
You
unfortunately, english is too small a language
to say just how much I love you
the words seem to shrink in my mouth
like a candle trying to explain the sun
like a tear trying to explain a life of feeling broken
like a flower trying to explain the spring bloom
what i feel for you can not be summarized in a phrase
it is a telling of my history unfolding,
leading up to the greatest decision of my life

when you entered my life,
it was as if the earth tilted a little closer to warmth
as though the seasons themselves
rewrote their calendars to honor your arrival

i had lived in a room without windows
convinced the walls were all there was
until you arrived
and the first crack of light became my beacon of hope

you are not just beauty
you are the architecture of wonder
bridges that arc across a sea of despair,
pillars that hold my chaos steady,
a compass that insists i was never truly lost
only waiting to be found by you

your laughter rewrites gravity
it tugs at everything weary in me
and lifts it skyward.
even silence bends around you,
becoming music to the ears that should hear nothing

if i could chart the galaxies

they would spell your name in constellations.
if i could question the gods
they would confess they sculpted love itself
by studying your face.
and if eternity demanded tribute
i would offer the sum of my life
and still feel the debt unpaid.

every heartbeat i carry
is an oath sworn in your direction.
my blood moves not to keep my alive,
but to keep me marching toward you.

and when the stars finally burn out,
when the universe folds into silence,
when history forgets even its own name,
my love will remain,
etched in the ruins of time,
a flame outlasting the very concept of fire

I do not simply love you.
I am remade by you.
every breath, every scar, every day and night we spend together
becomes an epic that begins and ends
with the sound of your name
One of the many poems I've written to try and find a way to properly express my love for my amazing girlfriend. She doesn't care much for poetry, though, so I tend to get more out of these than she does lol.
Matt 2d
I am terrified.
not of you,
never of you
your love is the one thing I could trust without question.
what i fear is everything else

i fear four years will swallow us whole
that the empty weeks, months, years between our visits
will stretch so wide we lose ourselves inside them
i fear the waiting, the missing,
the endless ache of wanting
with no way to hold you close

i fear waking up alone,
day after day,
month after month,
year after year,
until the memory of your warmth
feels like a dream i once had
instead of a life we share.

i fear the slow erosion
not betrayal,
but distance grinding down the edges of us
until one day we don’t fit together
the way we used to.

i know you love me.
it took me a while to truly accept it, but i’ve accepted it
i know i love you
a type of love that shouldn’t be possible for a few months relationship
a type of undying, unfettering love, that drives my very existence
a type of love that i know will best fear in the end,
but love right now feels fragile against time’s cruel hands
what if its not enough?
what if these years
build walls higher than our arms can reach
roads longer than our hearts can walk?

i dont want to lose you to silence,
to calendars,
to the simple cruelty of not being able
to see your face when i need it most
(not just over a phone, but in person, where i can hold you in embrace
that completes my soul, and gives me purpose)

i want us to survive
more than anything
and know i will do whatever i can to make sure that happens
but id be lying
if i didnt say i was so scared
oh what distance can do
even to the strongest love.

i dont share this with you to cast doubt on us
i dont share this with you to try and strike fear
i want nothing more than for us to survive
i love you more than anything
i literally cannot function without you
you are the smile that gets me through the day
and stops me from breaking down
stops me from just staying here, where i lay, not moving, not doing anything with my life
you are my energy, my fire, my happiness and joy
you are my everything

but a wise friend once gave me some advice
he said “matt, one thing for any ldr to work,
no matter how silly or serious the matter
whether you think the other needs to hear it or not,
whether it could impact the relationship or not,
whether it may hurt or aid your partner,
whether you plan to act on it or not,
if you think something, you need to tell your partner.
tell them everything, before you don’t have that opportunity anymore.”

so i tell you babe, with all the love in my heart, im scared, and im so sorry that i am
but i need you to know that i am.
that wont stop me from fighting for this, with everything i’ve got, but i need you to know,
i am scared.
For me, love is the scariest emotion I deal with on a day-to-day basis.
and still I have to stop and think, is it forwards, backwards, and do they know about Daylight Savings TIme, saving who from what,
I jokingly ask myself, to give my sweet angst, a a better coloration,
though these days, constant comets pass over us daily

but he is savvy smart, and yes, extraordinarily ****, and  knows my routines (he thinks), better than me, so when I drive  to  run in Santa Monica, alternating days, he texts in simultaneous harmony a minute after my too early alarm has me stumbling into semi-Cali-
quake-fulness

we are years apart, not so many that it's remarkable, just big enough gap, to make life problematical; his  career launched, serious guy,, me well, i'm a perpetual student, when not modeling, and my mom, GBH,  and my over pestering, now single parent, demonstrate her mathematical abilities by telling me how closehow close  is 30 is when one subtracts  my "aging pores," & how little sleep she gets because she in in her EST zone

but when he calls, he calls at irregular times, "to better gauge my mood," how he, my day surveils, so he can adjust to my chemical imbalance, an area of his expertise; and its sweet, and it works, and too often, I ramble while listens, for his day is ending, and mine is far from fulfillment

he is European, full of genteel words and english language quips,
especially since he believes he can still sway with his sophisticated
endearments;  but what he doesn't know in the late afternoon, his bedtime, while  he is conducting a sweet nothing roundup of   adoration, my hand slips between my legs, and my envisioning of his lean, broad body being in my interior so tight, for I have crossed my crushing legs behind his back pushing him inside, it nearly makes  breathing impossible

HE LOVES MY SOfT TONES, at this hour, my distracted noises, til he says you sound so tired, I'll let you go; and I willingly, comp-licitly, give him my heated best love notes, and teary gasps, when I mumble
see you soon, thinking in my dreams, for I know his schedule, and exactly when I'll be landing and exactly how long it will be,
till we, are within each other, without any interference, of lairs and
sun flaring interruptions,
from time
and space, those scientific laws of this tiring
annus horribilis
Kai Nov 2024
Far
As the darkness surrounds my room
I type unspeakable words
To the only one that cares,
Yet he can't be here

The pain of being attached to something
You can't see
Or hear
The craving of his touch
That's way too far to reach you

You see the words on the screen
Yet you feel so alone
He cares, and you know that
But does he really?

I drop my phone
As i lay down, staring at the pretty white ceiling
Counting each second closer to our goal
I might be young but one thing i know for sure

Love is complicated
Long distance relationships are beautiful, yet hard
Styles Aug 2024
Vibing;
large hands,
guiding her hips
She's mounted,
Straddled there, She's riding
poised above—
Her movements eager, fervent,
Grinding;
Against him, she presses with need,
Finding pleasure in the rhythm they feed.
With his fullness embraced between her thighs,
They both seek their peak in each other's eyes.
Colliding;
Pleasuring herself, pleasuring him,
In the depths of desire, together they swim.
The satisfaction mirrored in her gaze
Captures the essence of their shared blaze.
Styles Jun 2024
I gripped her hips, matching her rhythm, feeling her tightness envelop me. It was pure ecstasy. Every ******, every movement, sent waves of pleasure through me. I watched her, mesmerized by the way her body moved, the way her ******* bounced with each ******, the way her face contorted in pleasure.
Styles Jun 2024
Ate
I gazed upon her, ******* cast away,
Her thick hips swaying, a tantalizing display.
Each garment she shed, an invitation to sin,
My anticipation surged, aching to begin.

With deliberate grace, she unveiled her form,
My desire ignited, a feverish storm.
The sweet scent of her essence, a delicate tease,
Tickled my senses, brought me to my knees.
Styles Jun 2024
Her mind filled
with vivid fantasies,
fueling her arousal.

Her **** throbbed
under and on top
swollen and ultra-sensitive.
he rubbed it faster,
hips bucking

involuntarily in response
The control has long pasted her

The combinations
Of  sensations
his fingers inside her
the relentless stimulation of her ****
created an overwhelming tide of pleasure.

The pleasure built to an unbearable peak,
and with a final, intense stroke, she was sent over the edge.

Now she is
Passed out,
curled over,
her legs weak.
Styles Jun 2024
The rhythm of his fingers,
on her **** quickened,
each stroke becoming more insistent.
Her moans consistent,
With the waves of pleasure,
radiating through her.

He does it so good to her,
her breath comes in,
shallow, needy gasps.

With his fingers
he teased her entrance,
feeling the heat and wetness there.

Slowly,
he pushed ******* inside,
feeling the tight,
velvety walls of her *****,
clench around them.
fingers in and out,

Curled to hit the right spot
Got her begging him not to stop
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