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I sleep tonight anxious to rise,
And kiss your lips as sweet as wine,
So I awaken to surprise,
The woman lying there is mine.

My dreams no match for when I rise,
Drunk on her love like sweetest wine,
That she loves me is my surprise,
I love her and her love is mine.

The sun could someday fail to rise,
But still I would drink of her wine,
A sunless day is no surprise,
For my light is this love of mine.

Her touch is all I need to rise,
She’s rarer than the finest wine,
When our flesh meets to my surprise,
She says to me, “You, too, are mine.”
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I let my fingertips
Dance in the rain
Washing away my troubles
Bit by bit
As each drop
Kisses my hand
Our looks had found one other,
our had hearts too.
A peaceful silence enclosed us,
and I was lost in those blue eyes of you.
Autmn T 7d
I kiss the tip of your nose while my leg is thrown over your weary bones. Smiling, knowing that Im the one who gets to see this part of you, falling asleep mumbling your lullaby locutions with I love yous twirled around your tongue.
Vener Oct 7
Bittersweet.
i was never a fan of that taste--
yet you loved it so much
i hated your grapefruit lip tint the most
and yet the way your lips felt against mine--
it was different.
i mean,
don't get me wrong--
i still hate bittersweet things,
but all because of you--
i might just have to make an exception
it's not as bad as i thought,
but i might need some more convincing--
kisses will do.
my memories of you are bittersweet
if you knew about that,
you would've loved that,
wouldn't you?
Lana Oct 4
Your soft kisses on my forehead give me butterflies
Your smile leaves me breathless
Your kisses leave me senseless
Soft traces of your fingertips
And firm hands hold on to my grip

Your scent lingers for hours
Your hugs leave me weightless
Your love leaves me ageless
Soft kisses on my neck
And firm embraces hold me tight
Meera Oct 2
There is definitely something magical about first love
Butterflies in stomach, sleepless nights and the excitement of the first kiss.
The feeling of holding heaven in your hands
Like god is answering all your prayers
The way your cheeks flush scarlet when someone says his name
How your eyes twinkle like stars on seeing his picture flashing on screen
Your entire world brightens up with the glow of a thousand suns
You know, this wouldn’t last long but that doesn’t stop you
You keep falling deeper in love with each passing moment
Until the dream shatters like glass and reality steps in
Leaving you struggling with the broken pieces of your heart
This is the moment, you have to stay strong
For love is definitely not for the weak
You know what?!  You will fall in love again
Maybe not as passionately as the first time
Nevertheless, it doesn’t matter
‘Cause the flame of your first love will always stay inside you
Burning brighter minute by minute
Keeping you warm for nights and days
You can fall in love more than once but it's impossible to forget the person who taught you the meaning of love
Lydia Oct 2
Everytime we say we goodbye
I wish I would have kissed you one more time
To both of my boys
Mary Shanti Oct 1
Kiss me with an awareness
That tongues can’t figure out
Kiss me with a confusion, that spills about
Kiss me with the taste of melted chocolates  that form in our tongues
And then kiss me so hard
We fall in to the  winters lair with molten lava scorching arms
Sara Kellie Jul 10
Lipstick kisses,
we're both wearing red.
I motion her over and onto our bed.
Blood red smeared across our lips.
I keep her enticed, I straddle her hips.
Seductively playing,
I'm touching my lips.
Long acrylic nails,
for us never fails.
I show her a dildo and
she gently wails.

She's waiting,
my sweetheart,
I lust her so much.
We fuck, we're on fire
and I wonder,
which of us holds the power.
I, in all honesty is hoping it's her,
'cause then I'll continue this life
in her beautiful blur.

Poetry by Kaydee.
A girl in love with another girl.
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