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I enjoy the peculiar scent of his body — head to feet
the aroma of his sweat — tastes of nostalgia
remaining of his skin on the sheets

smell of his hair at the moment he unties it
androgenic hair he has never, ever shaved

the colors of his tattoos
and the shape of his moles

the delicacy of the tip of his fingers with
perfectly trimmed nails over my face

and more so than anything else
the taste of his tongue after wine
when it comes into contact with my teeth, my lips.
11 January 2022
we were ******* like beasts
it was inherent
it was animal
there were no words but
growling and roaring
expressions of pleasure
(was it even pleasure?)

almost barbarous
a need more than an attraction or fondness

no, we weren't attracted to each other —

WE WERE ANIMALS
purely animal
we had a surge
pulsions that needed to be unchained
i orgasmed and he orgasmed —

none of us spoke, none of us spoke

there was *** all over his body
and we lied down on the soil
fell asleep instantly

i later realised that i had post-*** amnesia
transient global amnesia
i barely remembered the *******
that i felt monstrous

but i am just an animal
lawless and uncivilised —.
05 March 2023
les rayons d’Hélios au travers de la fenêtre
sur ton corps nu, brillent et te reflètent

par sa lumière naturelle et divine
sur ton visage l'illumine

par le reflet des couleurs de l’iris de tes yeux
j'entrevois l'avenir, l'espoir et ton absence de pudeur

je souhaite me noyer, sombrer dans ton âme
embrasser chaque recoin possible de ton visage

faire glisser sensuellement, ma main le long de ta peau
ressentir tes imperfections, nombreuses de bas en haut

ta sérénité d'esprit est ta plus profonde essence
te redécouvrir m'ôte de ma méconnaissance

sans fin, je te suis esclave
ton goût m'a libéré de mon entrave

telle la condition de ma perdition angélique
tu m'honores de ta sexualité romantique

emporte-moi au-delà de notre métabolisme
fais-moi tien comme la lumière face au prisme

je me meurs d'espérance et de plaisir
je me donne à ton immense agonie

je t'entre et rencontre l'origine de la passion
à jamais toi et moi nous serons
le 02 novembre 2021
eliana Jun 21
Your eyes are fire.
Their image burnt into my soul,
Scarred by beauty.
Emery Feine Jun 17
he had this light in his eyes.
i never thought i would see “home” so vividly
until i looked into those eyes
those sweet brown eyes
filled with light.

i look into your eyes now
searching for the light he had
and i see nothing

i ask you thousands of questions
to understand you
like i understood him-
or so i thought i did-
but you say nothing

you make me smile
but not laugh like he did
volcanic eruptions of pure bliss
now valleys of yearning

i fear i’ve gone too far
and i can’t go back to him
what would he say anyways?
he still wouldn’t want me
though i was so sure he did

and you’re smiling at me
and you’re complimenting me
but i’m looking right past you
trying to see if i can see him
through the crowds and swarms of people

you look at me, and i smile back
but i’m staring into your deep brown eyes
searching for a light
that only he had
did i cross the line?
Eyes like diamonds
Deep and beautiful
Capturing my soul.
If a siren's voice were a tangible creation,
it would be her eyes.
Like a void.

I would leap in without a second thought.
You know who you are, my love
I saw the fire in your eyes, and I was not afraid.
We are all burning souls; we may as well burn with one another.

Rhia Clay
JAMIL HUSSAIN Jun 15
O’ eyes! You bore the echo of the Throne,
And gazed as if the stars were all your own.
Majestic eyes, whose silence made me whole —
You gazed, and in that gaze — you kissed my soul.
You Kissed My Soul 15/06/2025 © All Rights Reserved by Jamil Hussain
Your face is a stone slate
I feel my heart begin to palpitate.
A swing of a fist,
the crashing of metal.

My eyes are black.
Not like the night sky, speckled with stars
or like obsidian.  Just black.
Just mine.

I try to follow yours
To track your mind,
but the clocks look wierd and time seems to bind.
A dream like trance you've locked me in blind.

The things you have done in your life.
You may have never noticed my strife
or affliction by caused by your carelessly swung hand.  
or maybe
you had me at your feet
and you never looked down to see

It pains me to not be understood
but I niether care for being percived.
And part of me must always grive
for the girl that could never be.
  
But please,
Don't look me in my eyes,
for you may see what you pretend doesn't exist.
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