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She Writes Jun 2018
I bite my lip
Until I bleed
To prevent my thoughts
From pouring out
Drowning you
Before we have a chance
To swim
Donna Jun 2018
I've become a great
expert in karate , thanks
to those pesky gnats
Those pesky gnats have bit  me alive this year there so annoying !!
But I'm learning great karate moves :)
If only we spent more time Loving,
then Hating.
More time Laughing,
then Crying.
More time Fixing,
then Breaking.
More time hugging,
then Hitting.
More time Kissing,
then Biting.

For when that day arrives
we will be able to hold each other,
hand in hand,
arm in arm.
And we will be able to love each other,
Like we should have been doing,
from the very beginning.
Dess Ander May 2018
I fell hard, head first, in love
Damaged my brain and couldn’t recover my mind
Whole but in pieces and believing you could save me
But your every truth was a lie
Whispering romantic **** convincingly like the serpent
And just like her I took a bite and didn’t want to let go
I let myself be poisoned.
cait-cait May 2018
i know that i was lied to
from your place among each star ,

glorified, i
let you lie—

as you looked right down
your nose -

it is sad,
as
you bit me for a kiss
then grew a
house
inside my heart

how could i ever have let myself
love you
?
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Annete May 2018
What’s it on my lips,
You want to taste?
What’s it on my cheeks,
You want to touch?
What’s it on my nose,
You want to smell?
What’s it in my ears,
You want to hear?

What’s it in my hair,
You want to pull?
What’s it on my neck,
You want to bite?
What’s it on my hips,
You want to sway?
What’s it in my hands,
You want to grab?

What was on my back,
You chased so well,
Thinking that in was just lust.
When, in fact, you’ve found
Love
Looking straight into my eyes.
Standing across a room,
Looking around to find you.

I see you, I feel you, I think too much about you.

But you are blind.
Blind to my looks and glances.

You seem me, you feel me, but you don't think too much about me.

Skin on skin.
Hot flashes of flesh.
Too much to think, too much to feel.

I didn't ask for this,
But it's too good to be true.

Touch,
Feel,
Look,
Grab,
Bite me.

You may leave your mark on me,
But I am not yours.

Because there is no us.
And there will never be...
An "us".
Danielle Mar 2018
I bite…
The tender fleshy part…
My tongue.
All at the risk,
of being bleed to death,
just for your
Quiet satisfaction!
Sometimes it's better to be quiet, but honestly my first response is to go on the attack. I do manage it sometimes, but lord help the person who becomes smug at my silence.
mikumiku Mar 2018
When the friends are cheaper than the pills
What am I supposed to buy?
When the *** don’t do and horror thrills
Shall I laugh or shall I cry?
When the high lasts longer than a word
Which am I supposed to take?
When the dream is sharp and reason’s blurred
Do I sleep, am I awake?
When the body’s hotter than the heart
Will it keep me warm at night?
When the love hurts better than the dart
Shall I kiss or shall I bite?
When the egos bigger than the deeds
Which am I supposed to praise?
When we cut the wounds and not the weeds
Is it life or just a phase?
Bee Feb 2018
E  v  
      e
    r
  y
so often I
like to think back on
that greasy summer- my hidden
lover. Teeth ripping into me like they
were devouring a sticky peach on a patio
near the beach; hungry and so full of desire.
Early eyes quivered as I suffered your satisfied
fingers on my thigh-  feeling the contusions that
replaced my pale pink skin. A felt existence left
devoted in moments like these-our compulsive
wrappings conceal the fortunes that can be
found only in one another. In a way, this
biblical dimension carries a perpetual
forgiveness and passion that play
together hand in hand.
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