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Àŧùl Jun 2017
I had met her only once.

Kissed I had her dry lips twice,
Night I slept and she kissed me,
Oh she woke me up to join in,
What I did was to drink her lips.

When I missed a chance to romance,
Have I such a memory? No,
Always cared for her throughout,
Truly I have loved her since eternity.

Yet she forgot about the care,
Oh, she ignored it conveniently,
Under an effect of worldly desires.

Did someone else prevent her,
I suspect her father made her,
Destiny is a roadblock in here.

The story ends with a breakup,
Hanging in obiter is happiness,
And each expectation shatters,
Tantalising hints of eternal love.

Another time I have failed,
Upon life she was a scourge,
The story is being renewed,
Ukulele orchestra plays within,
Morose tunes it plays lavishly,
Night fell long ago but it never ends.
My HP Poem #1582
©Atul Kaushal
ts Jun 2017
swollen lips colored like raspberries around the edges
tongues that taste of honey and the lemon balm in our teas
the scent of coconut in my hair, peaches in yours, grass on us both
intricate lace beneath your shirt and soft, smooth curves
gasps and breathy laughs fading as i move down to your hips
Anne Molony Jun 2017
who knew
water & fire
mixed
so
well
together
Tamanna Gogia May 2017
I painted my lips
In the colour of your love.
Dark, everlasting,
On the show, for everyone.

So deep, it burned.
The desire scorched deep into my bones.
Passion was a feeling,
I showed everyone what it looked like.
With you.

Every night, you took my breath away.
Every morning, made me glow with grace.
In your company, I knew what happiness is.
Your kisses so ferocious,
They made me dance on thin air.

Your touch so gracious,
It made me tumble into a pool of heated mess.
Oh, what are you doing to me, love?
It's driven me senseless,
I'll try to contain my longing.
Till the next time, I paint my lips red.
Miranda May 2017
the thing about me
is that I crave intimacy.
but I've grown up in this way
of believing that two people can never really connect
when there's fabric between their bodies
so I part my lips,
and I kiss your skin,
desperate to feel like I am part of something.
I listen to our breaths
and feel our bodies synchronize,
reaching out with my mind,
hoping somehow it'll mingle with yours.
But two souls can't connect
when it's just another, "****."
and when I open my eyes,
I allow guilt to settle in
vulnerable and naked,
with remnants of burning fingers on my skin.
insomniatrical May 2017
Take me to a place where I can be with you.
A place where the ocean meets the sky
And the sunset on the horizon is painted by God's best artisans.

Take me to a place where you'd hold my hand
In a deep evergreen forest,
Lush with thick foliage and dewy from rain.

Take me to a place where I can taste the sweetest fruits on your lips,
Where my senses are overjoyed by a multitude of flavours,
Each one reminding me of you.

Take me to a place,
A field,
The moon and stars shining
And a night as clear as mountain waters.
Take me to that field,
Where the grass grew tall
And hay bales were laid alongside us.
Where the ground was mostly dry
But still damp,
Where regardless, we laid down among the carrot lace
And you were beneath me,
My very definition of beauty.
The moon in your stormy-blue eyes
And a smile playing at your lips
When suddenly,
Your smile disappeared and you looked right at me,
Lips parted.
Instinct took me,
And although inexperienced,
We worked together like oiled machines
With all our gears functioning.
It was the first and the last time,
Coldest and hottest.
It was a raging inferno
And an arctic storm.
I felt like I was stolen of breath
But given new air.
You filled my lungs and intoxicated me,
But I could have never been more sober.

Take me to that place again.
Sonia Thomas May 2017
"I miss you a lot these days."
"I like you. A lot."
"I would take you out if I could."
"I don't know if I can say that because I have never felt it. I don't know what love is."
"My feelings for you have changed since then."
"What do I do?"



"You're the only friend I have."
"I love you. I love you so much."
Alyssa Lynn May 2017
Storms of feeling,
Storms of people embracing one another,
Storms of laughter and smiles
As lips meet in sweet kisses.
Because sometimes the storms inside me aren't a bad thing.
5.1.2017
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