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Be gentle with me, hold me.
Cover me with all your love.
Show me. Call me, call my name. Show me how you love you.
Be appreciate. My brain is falling. My mind is floating under rain. My soul is knowing. My soul is know who'll hold me under rain. Just hold me, tightly. Squize my veins and call my name.
Very quite under rain.
sidra Sep 25
I’m surrounded by a storm.
his soft lips
gentle nips
The subtle touches feel warm.

I’m surrounded by a breeze.
his growling sound
carnal cries drown
The needy aches feel ease.

I’m surrounded by a fogbow.
his smoky eyes
riding out highs
The shared worlds feel a glow.
“I can’t wait to see you again”
You are so warm and gentle.
I feel your presense from afar.
I'll see you though the walls even if my eyes closed.
I can hear your quite rustles even if my ears can't hear very well.
I can smell your sweetness in the air.
While you many miles away.
I enjoyed your calmness symphony.
I appreciate of your beeing closely.
Trout Sep 1
Only one minute of plaster in wrappers
Golden embraces and chatters and slappers
Milking a chime in the blink of an eye
These are the ones who can normally sigh

Drinking an island outside in the open
Like a balloon it can never be broken
Chosen pedometers cry when they’re called
Never amused and they’re never appalled

My amazing panorama of the gorgeous land
The moon of the weather and silverish thoughts
The sun is out there
Nowhere

Men that caress drama packing the village
Joining the camera when it’s time to scrimmage
Scream like a cannibal eating alive
Foreman and playground and funniest eye

Lose all your wishes and wait for the kisses
Like angel food cake and innocent glistens
Smelling a robin inside of a tomb
Glasses are sitting on top of the spoon

Oh I wonder how my knowledge can be used for good
The little girls charm everyone with their smiles
So how many miles
To go?
Aman Aug 29
The leaves are touched....
By the very fact.....
That someone cares....
Even for them....
The wind rises....
Touching there head....
As a mother...
Pats her crying child....
So soothing....
So soft....
Loving them a lot....
Sharing all the love....
She has....
Without a second thought.....
The moment is special....
Seeing a mother....
Showing deep affection to her child....
Is not a every day view....
But what a view....
Making everything around.....
Freeze....
I guess that is the....
Touch of a...
Gentle breeze.....
Love, breeze
Tammy Cusick Aug 23
Withered through these relinquished lips,
softly lays an embellished, embroidered, carcass.
Torn across flesh-like soil
caressing gently into this impermeable being,
you're only human.

So allowing in the presence of indigenous, oblique thoughts
slanting into the belly
never feeling so bare
the hunger deprives.
The nails of your eyes piercing into the forefront of mush you call a brain,
feeling the earth distinctively tremble with each step you chase closer to the ledge

Clutching onto the white knuckle breast
your hands pounding at your fingertips
its electric running through your veins
feeling it at the core
so helplessly, lost.

Your throat knots into one-thousand splinters
splicing relentlessly between your core
the wedge of your mortal body becomes noticeable to your soul
detaching,
jumping.

Slithering one step closer,
pull the rope
you leap
you rot

one more inch closer,
you can feel it
separating your surroundings from comfort ability
picking up between each breath
shaking at your own wake.

there you have it
at the brim of the edge
you've push yourself this close
whats one last jump out of this skin?
Kit Scott Aug 22
i believe in a gentle kind of love
all soft and soothing and
just right
when i am so terribly, irritatingly fragile
fingers running down my back while we lie
rib to rib, heart to heart
listening to the beat, and to the breath
and perhaps it is that, in this world of rough and tumble
of screaming and aching, to believe in a love kind and sweet is
a naivety but i find that
because of all this roaring outside our window, i much prefer
to think of that love sweet and kind
and us, tangled around each other, i think, yes

i find that i believe in a gentle sort of love
Gentle people.
Gentle days.
  Gentle world around me.
   Gentle sun rise up at the gentle morning.
     I need gentleness. I need so much gentleness.
       Gentle flowers.
                 Gentle dreams.
                       Gentle cats and dogs and breeze..
                                                   Everything
is gentle.
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