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Joyce Jan 2016
First touch.
So tender with intensity.
First kiss.
So gently your lips are
diliciously.
Our souls so fragility.
We will always have
beautiful memories.
I will never regret.
The day we first met.
I still can see it so visually.
You haunt my mind recently.
I have no control to think
so explicity about your loving me.
Just know that sometimes
all love must flow.
If you can't hold on to it.
You have to let it go.
Joyce Jan 2016
Strip your clothes so gently.
Easy slowly so I can see.
With every touch you
reveal more skin.
My heart beats faster
as you set up a grin.
I want to see you naked.
To see all of you.
Without any protection.
Nothing wich you can hide
and can provide distraction.
Staring deep into your eyes.
They are mirror to your soul.
I want to see your vulnerability.
There is no need to hide it from me.
I love all of your flaws and secretly.
Stripped your thought so carefully.
Your beautiful mind so delicately.
Joyce Jan 2016
Don't say a word.
And feel my body.
Don't say a word.
And set your mind free.
Don't say a word.
Touch your lips gently
on my skin so sensually.
Steady my breathing.
Silently screaming.
This mattress will
spin on its axis.
Don't say a word.
Let this fire burning.
Our souls full of yearning.
Ancient offering
of holy cloth,

Enfold me
in tradition.

Wrap me
in your light.

Hold me
gently,
and
entirely.
©Elisa Maria Argiro
Nikita May 2015
Why
Red hair
Bright smile
Green eyes
Could stare for awhile
Sweet and kind
A strange yet intriguing mind

Yet I still back away
Afraid and scared
Step by step I move away gently

Why
Why can't I take a chance
Why am I so afraid to take his hand and dance

Somethings off
So I keep on backing away
Waiting for the day I'm not afraid to stay
Nikita May 2015
If you touch me
Do it gently
If you hug me
Do it tightly
If you leave me
Do it quickly
If you stay with me
Do it forever.
Brittle Bird Jan 2015
Center yourself now

You can't forget the good things

They'll be here so soon
Touch me softly
And run a feather
From over my neck to my belly

Then
Up and down
round and round
Move your hands gently
Over my boomerang

And when you can’t hold it
Anymore
Move fast and slow
Eye to eye
Until our faces glow red
and our hair is wet with sweat

Crisscross, our
legs like scissors
#feather #belly #gently #boomerang #glow #red #wet #sweat #crisscross #scissors
Kennedy Taylor Dec 2014
In an endless dance the waves strain themselves.
They exhaust and fall giving everything they have to the beach.
Just to touch her soft shoreline.
Just to kiss her neck so gently.
Then to be dragged away,
Only to repeat the endless dance of
Giving,
Falling,
Crashing,
Loving.
Dorotea Dec 2014
Play me.
Play me like piano keys.
Play me piano, pianissimo.
Play me forte, fortissimo.
Play me like a song, gently.
Play me with feeling.
Play.
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