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Styles 2d
I devour,
  each moment,
  we encounter,
each other.

        Every second
        of every minute,
        and every minute,
        of every hour.
Styles 7d
The look in her eyes told me everything,
but they were all answers I didn't want.
The truth hurts more when you can feel it,
Lost but never forgotten, even more when they mean it.
Styles Mar 8
You are my lover of the night, as you set my mind amaze.

Craving the juices of your fruit, and how flavor tastes.
Styles Mar 8
I want to be
inside your mind
entwined in your thoughts,
consuming your wants
living out your fantasies
bound by our
****** chemistry
our destination
is ecstasy
Styles Mar 8
Moments turn to memories,,
time passes quickly.

My flesh, still needy.

The look in your eyes,
they are in need of me.

Eager thoughts entice and ****** me.

Wanting you to tease and encase me.

So effortlessly you embrace me.
Your body, I'm craving,
your folds, my haven.

Give your *** to me,
feed my need,
with all your greed,
while you feed,
my essence,
your taste,
I’m addicted,
to our embrace,
your place,
our space.
Styles Mar 6
Ink
I was the ink
on her pristine page
I wrote in a language
only her heart could
convey
Styles Mar 6
She was the paper, and I was the pen
My words poured over her like black ink.
each word evokes, emotions with each stroke of my pen I wrote
poems only her heart can comprehend
James Rives Oct 2023
writing a poem is hard when your soul contradicts the rest of you.
i say i love this woman and mean it,
and fear grips me, puts its finger on my lips,
and shushes me. tells me that neither of us
is ready, that i don’t know my own thoughts,
hopes, dreams, wants, needs, and their reflection
in the mirror of her stark blue eyes and soul.
that it’s all an imagining beyond my own soul
and comprehension, that i’m projecting
a long lost sense of helplessness and courage
onto her without consent because i seek
acceptances and intimacies beyond my worth.
and still, knuckle-deep in this hard, scathing noise is a truth i refuse to ignore.
i am hers in my entirety and only want to know
that she is mine— my soul contradicts
the rest of me but i faithfully **** it
and aim for the future i’ve hoped lives
in both of us.
Styles Jun 2023
She and I
       had the same vibrations
Stuck in our souls
       it only took one look
Deep into her eyes
      For me to feel it
Styles Jun 2023
She reclines, nestled amongst her stacked pillows,
                       legs spread wide,
                       hands cradle her delicate flower.
                       Fingers wander,
                       igniting sensations;
                       closed eyes,
                       biting lip in anticipation.
                      Her final release
                      standing ovation
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