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Wyatt Sep 2018
You ran your fingers
down my arm,
whispering in my ear
all the things
that I wanted to hear
but I couldn’t get over
how good you were at this.
You were a flirt that was
borderline Rated R.
Your fingertips met
the scar on my forehead.
To put it politely,
you were directly forward
with all these gestures
of pure dalliance.
To be blunt, to be frank,
you wanted me naked
in the sheets of your bed.
I left covered in your lipstick
and the smell of your perfume.
You surely dominated my mind.
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Gray Jun 2018
Today I’ve just sat quietly in my desk chair.
All that’s on my mind is her potential affair.

How long has this all been happening?
I am no longer believing that this is something I’m only imagining.

For the passed six months she has been coming home late in the night.
The look on her lovely face indicates that everything's not alright.

I look at the clock, and it’s already way passed nine.
Nothing is turning out absolutely fine.

I open my desk drawer and pull out my old forgotten friend.
Tonight I will soon reach the final dead end.
Tiffany Scicluna Mar 2017
Oh a kiss
What a bliss
It is something
I ought to miss
Such a mess
I ought to be
Into an abyss
I fall with thee
Brent Kincaid Dec 2015
You put my head up
Among the stars
And help me hear
The cosmos sing.

To me it was epiphany
But it didn’t mean a thing
To you, at least not enough
To realize I was enchanted
Like a school kid of twelve
With that first strong crush
That turns the heart to mush
And the knees to jelly.

It puts a fire in the belly
That time can’t quench.
I felt my gut wrench
And clench and flatten out
So much I felt a shout
Coming on like a scream
But felt that would seem
To make me look insane.

I am doing it all again,
That childhood love attack
Was dragging me back
And away from today
When my heart wanted to say
Words that meant something,
But to you nothing.

My head is still in the stars
Which must be where you are
Because you are not here.
Nowhere near any more
I was just a love chore
And, your work done
You are gone.
Y Rada Oct 2015
Lipstick so red on lips so blue,
Shadows so black on eyes untrue.
Puff of smoke huffed to the air,
Swirling amorously around the lady fair.


Lust is dancing with natural ease,
Hips sway to and fro - what a tease!
Hands beckoning at night's affair,
Fingers snap with passionate flare.


Words whispered with carelessness,
Hearts shielded from tomorrow's mess.
For tonight lovers cling for security,
Such solace found in darkness' infidelity.
Mila Berlioz Sep 2015
Oh sweet tree,
Cover me with your shadow,
Grab me, protect me.

Oh sweet tree,
I love your branches.
I love when the apples bloom,
May I grab one of those apples?

Oh sweet tree,
The apples were delicious,
But oh sweet tree, they have poisoned me.
Oh sweet tree, I was infatuated
I thought this would work.

Oh sweet tree,
I'm about to die, this was ephemeral.
Oh sweet tree, I'll love you eternally
Even though you killed me.
James,
I remember the day and half
with our fingers intertwined
and every word that came out of your mouth

By the pool
lingering on your smile
and your eyes, bluer than the sky

And with the stars above us
and the outdoor screen
you leaned over and kissed me

I remember you having to leave early
before could get one more kiss
or say my byes
For my summer dalliance from vacation
Michelle Nov 2014
when I think of you I think if we could be
beautiful,
brilliant,
blissful,
and far too brief
and I am scared of ending

perhaps that is why I don't want to begin

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