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Darsshan Nair Feb 2021
Let us fall,
Fall into a satin-sheeted bed,
As our passions push us into an intertwine,

As each touch waivers away our ornaments,
That are nothing but a bother,
So that our skins may kiss,

Let my lips caress upon you,
And caress I shall,
Till the roses of desire that blossom on your cheeks,
Grows and spread to all points intimate,
As the garnered juices of intimacy between your thighs,
Waterfalls down your legs,

Shall our hearts pound as hard as the bed rattles,
As we feast upon our lusts, as if there were no more morrows.
Melony Martinez Feb 2021
You are easy to love
You make time for me
You are generous with your affection
You communicate your feelings for me without hesitation
You openly and honestly share your thoughts with me
You are curious about me
You want to know who I am and you want to know why

I can’t express how much this makes me feel loved and adored
The way you love me makes me want to be better for you
You have reached into my soul and pulled out emotions I have never felt
You spark my imagination and challenge me to explore new adventures
I hope I never have to wake from the dream you have given me
I want all of you – your laughter, your pain, your passion, and your heart
I promise to never take for granted this easy connection – intimate, honest, and rare
Inori Kimimoto Feb 2021
With hearts in tandem
we stand: lip locked
bated breath, sweaty palms
tongues wrestling to wring a sodden truth.
A simple truth that is this: I love you!

~ Inori
There's something about kissing that feels like trying to extract a confession of "I love you" from your lover's tongue.
Melony Martinez Dec 2020
Our souls are tethered
As if they have always been acquainted
Without shared experiences
Yet so familiar
We somehow shared it all
I recognize you in the intimate crevices of my heart
In places I haven't yet opened to you
You are already there
Illuminating the cracks of time and trauma
No need to speak
You hear me without words
You know me without time
You see me
You always have
The shiny armor and the bare flesh it protects
We only just met, but I already know you
I always have
I see you too
Hello
It's so nice to finally meet you, dear one
Shandré Izette Dec 2020
what would you do
if it was just me and you
with nothing else
but just the moon
lighting up your bedroom
would you look in my eyes
maybe then you'd realise
that what I see in you
it's brighter than any sunrise
would you dance for me
as the stars gleamed
as we talk about space
laying in arms
would be the perfect place
would we at the night sky stare
would you be playing with my hair
or would that be too much
of an intimate touch
so as the dawn breaks
and the world starts to shake
the morning breeze wanders
I can't help but ponder
what would you do
if it was just me and you?
Krystal M Toney Sep 2020
Our twisted bodies
collided into one another,
like bits of angry Earth
reaching for the horizon.
And beneath our bed of dirt
we rose like mountains.
Deprived of oxygen,
but still
I could not help

but to dance upon your peaks.
For my lover and friend. What beautiful mountains we have built using only our hands and hearts.
Lori Tolentino Sep 2020
I can't lie
I am consumed by you
Piece by piece
You bring me to my knees

With every breath
Behind my ear
I lose my mind

Tell me how could I escape?
When the only thing I want
Is our lips to collide

Tell me how could I escape?
When the only thing that I want
Is for our bodies to become one

I need you here by my side
Every single time
Let me scribble my name onto your skin

So that you won't forget
I'm that freak
That will keep you up
Till you give up
because it's 1 am and I'm craving for you.
Sythin Voxe Sep 2020
If the world was the size of a penny,
a dollar would be my thoughts.

A silver coin forged in fire from scolding that's always scaulding hot.

Like a spider who cannot spin web,
I'm given a ball of twine.

Equipped with confusion and creativity, I weave a stronger web-like mind.

Under vulnerable exposure
I am like a cheetah without spots.

Mixing ink from my fear and pain to paint myself in polka-dots.

My missing words hang in the air
like wood and winded chimes.

Missing points and memories just because they slip my mind.

If the world was the size of a penny
I'd have a penny for my thoughts.

I'd spend it on complete sentences,

some extra twine,

and spots.
Looking for a shred of understanding.
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