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Kewayne Wadley Mar 2019
I love you as a rose with soft petals,
I bathe in your perfume without pride.
Not knowing where you nor I begin,
A bridge made from head to toe.

A stem grown in everlasting patience
Without pestilence, without secret

I love you as a rose with soft petals
My heart providing shelter,
An overwhelming need to protect you.

I mold my lips against you.
A nature no longer absent between you & I.
Having known the spontaneous eruption
hearts can provide.

My heart overhead
Providing shelter in not so private joy.
A wine made from your lips.
Tasted over & over.
Little trickles that sit close.
Explored deep between you & I

I love you as a rose with soft petals
A bridge made from head to toe.
In a garden run deep.
My love for you permanent
Careful not to wither away in undying mystery
Max Mar 2019
At fortnight it awakes and grows
It runs between a shoe and toes
It hisses, rustles, up it goes
And resonates

It softly comes, it quietly leaves
Behind a knot one can unweave
In hundred ways

The mist that falls upon the lawn
On summer days

Then, in the hour before the dawn
It resonates

Its tongue is pretty poor for words
It speaks instead in subtle chords
No one can play

There, in the shades, black, blue and green
There, in the cut between the scenes
There, where it hardly can be seen
It resonates
Zainab Khan Mar 2019
I want to write about you
But I can't, you don't feel right
I still remember my birth
I came here to detach the detachments
I'm eating my blessings
With you, at 3am of every night
I can't write, I can't write about pretending
Courage just don't boost my veins
Why I just not waited for years
And why still its not thirty days?
Your wisdom of words sometimes disturbs me
Even your Fridays
And can I talk about the pink lines on your chest?
It can't go anywhere, that's truth.
My eyes are stuck on the watch in this big hall
My fantasies have your name now, it's rear but it's happening
This random thoughts made me think of me
Which I never did!
It's near my end is near
These bunch of masses fears of not getting love back but
Honestly, I don't care about you.
Meeting you in a train, capturing you in my phone
Are my worst pretending
I started with the path of worms
It was never a flower of living but an oblivion of soil,
I can't dig you deep.
this is one of my immature write-up but my honest feelings. please share how can I be more specific about my feelings and emotions. your views matters :)
Kewayne Wadley Mar 2019
When you look at me
I can't help but think, how much
I want to bite you
Alek Mielnikow Mar 2019
I don’t often act against the wishes
of the Gods (tough to beat they are).
​But when as captivating a woman,
​she who beckons me far from my senses,
asks me to break from my heritage,
​I gladly fill the role of the heretic.



-
Aleksander Mielnikow
@alekthepoet
I wrote this poem with a specific woman in mind. I'm not going to reveal who she was, so really, there's no point in me writing this note, or you reading it. But, I did, you did, and it's the truth.
Kewayne Wadley Mar 2019
With skin the color of sand
I want to go there & walk along the shore eyes first meet.
In another life I am there
Voyaging the soft sand of your smile,
A caress felt soft between you & I.
Hand in hand, grains of sand shift between fingers.
That is just how fast time flies.
Fullness of taste awaken without barrier
The touch of skin soft & warm
To love as we never have in ultimate surrender.
A valley forged of skin.
I want to go there just you & I
In another life I am there
In another life I have walked for days
The thought of thirst never came to cross
Uncovered in mounds of skin
The curve of you discovered in the arch of patience.
Consumed in gratitude
An opportunity set free
From this life to the next.
Kewayne Wadley Mar 2019
And when you touch me
I feel a fire burn across my skin.
A touch that can only be described
As the fire I feel towards you.
A pain that isn't pain at all.
The warmth of something close as fire.
Traveling through every inch of skin.
My body open to the thrill of you.
The sensation of touching something hot,
To know lingering thrill.
Your presence always near.
A touch only described as the fire I feel towards you.
A pain that isn't pain at all.
My love for you.
A fire that rages on consumed with conquest.
And when you touch me
I feel a fire burn across my skin.
I explode in the look of look of your eyes.
No rain in sight to cool the feeling.
To yield unending blaze
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