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Tanya Louise Sep 28
hands like feathers
searching through my heat
sweet sounds
echo through our walls
the words he speaks
are wisdom to me
my body, his teeth
vague curses to deep
I take a picture,
two minds intertwined.
two lives unwind.
he makes this work,
oh, my love.
maybe his hands
will bring me whole
fleshy vessels pumping blood
ache selfishly for his touch
his mine.
even with my sick mind.
Tsunami Sep 15
The creak of a door,
A sliver of light
Slips and illuminates the evergreen tops.

A sigh of relief echoes between our two walls.
I hear the flick of a lighter.
An orange glow appears.
Floating about an arms length away from a dark shadow mostly hidden
behind the evergreens i always complain of.

We end up mimicking each others actions
Swimmers in a line,
Diving in at the same time.
Synchronizing the timing of raising
our separate cigarettes to
our separate lips,

It’s a small solace,
Two strangers, simultaneously trying to **** themselves just a bit quicker
The only form of intimacy we know at this point in life.

Ash, take a drag, ash, take a drag
Rinse and repeat
The wash cycle is almost over
We puff away together
Until one of us tires or hits the ****.

I once again, hear;
The creak of a door,
A sliver of light illuminates the tight knit needles.
I hear a gentle slam,
In his own way, a goodnight
we have an intimacy no one can mimic
B D Caissie Sep 3
Your touch
Lights me up

Breath on breath
Seeing stars

I’ve never actually been with another.

I have a close friend.

But I yearn for intimacy with a female.

Within extended pauses.

This lingering feeling.

Rises from its hole.

And finds me up through the undertow.

Bewildering me with a chasm of alienation.

And shrouding me in its dismal light.

I let myself foolishly steep in it.

Until I am saturated with my own self pity.

As pity rots away it turns to anger.

And I decay into a more disgusting person.

One who self loathes. The root of my problem.

How can one love if they don’t love themself.
Ohh how I long to be touched

Sensuality is a beautiful gift

Hunger for such

Signals yearning to find someone who

With you is crushed.

Humans need humans

Age doesn’t define worthiness

Looks fail to be merely a reflection

Years without the sensual release

Starts personality’s infection

The energy is just

This man longs for  intimate encounters

He is no pervert but a romantic

Pieces to his puzzle are missing

Could you be the mate to please and company

A soul that yearns for deeper things than just kissing
I stood there
Eye to eye
Waiting for you
To spread open your legs
And up
Your skirt
Full of trades
Beyond what I could
hope [*****] for.
A sea of people, to choose from.
Suraj Mujen Jul 10
They helped eachother
to carry on
the silence
between them.
They used to be
intimate souls.
The weight of your body on my chest
Limbs tangled, head on breast
Gentle exhale. Hair tickles my face
You enrapture me in every way;  your touch, smell and taste
Scatter tiny galaxies with each kiss
Warm fuzzy golden bliss
A poem about intimacy;   when you feel like you just can’t get close enough to someone and you dream that in that moment, you could just absorb into each-other and become one single being.
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