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Deep in the folds
My vulnerable places
Like a draft displaces
Turbid Stagnance
Firey sun illuminates
The dewey fertile soil
Infiltrating unturned
Spongy depths
Stimulates the follicles
Teases tenacious life
Into frothing vigorous
Surging prominence
Hungry searching tongues
Tasting the flushed flesh
So forceful and so hot
in open air
Primitively freely
My hunger
Devour me
Like a flame
My pride and shame
To surrender
Is to love you
And the falling
Hurts the best
Mitzi Ambrad Apr 2020
I saw the red flags. I ignored.
You were what this heart is yearning for
I tried to stop, override it but it said error.

Now I'm filled with ache and terror
Coz I know you're not meant to stay
I'm only your temporary fix
Someone you can call when you've got nobody.

My heart beats twice its regular speed
I couldn't calm it down nor ease the ache
I can't stop the tears, the fears
I'm addicted in this sad unrequited vice.

A temporary fix, a temporary fix
That's what I am
It hurts but it's the only way I could reach you, touch you.

I should walk away but my heart wants to stay
In this setup where the high is all about pain
Where rains on my pillow's won't stop
For loving a stranger who doesn't know how to value me.
There are times when we just ignore the way someone treats us poorly because we love them too much that it hurts but we still stay.
fray narte Jun 2019
Our lips met
in a cosmic collision,
like the sun and the moon
in an eclipse;
we sensually nibbled,
and ******,
and licked,
and tongued,
and got a taste
of each other's sadness.
I could almost swear
kissing you felt like
drowning and yet,
never wanting
to come up for air.
Our hands were frantic,
like ballerinas
made to dance
under the tune
of insane rock music;
we fumbled
on each other's
zips and buttons,
'til they were
along with our clothes
and the masks
we wore.
Our skins grazed
in sweat and despair,
like the earth
by the sun
after an entire night
of raining;
we caressed
and clawed on backs;
I was pretty sure
I had glimpse
of your soul,
and you probably
saw a void
where mine should be,
but we let our demons
dance 'til two,
like figure skaters
gliding gracefully
over thin ice
during a winter night.

And I thought it was love.
God, I almost called it love,
I even wished it was.

But darling, it was the bottles on the floor. Probably *****.
Broadsky Feb 2019
"So tell me how you're so confident." You say with a glimmer of seduction in your half shut eyes, your head leaned back- I want you. I want to watch you melt in my hands. I'm slipping on snow on the patio but your glance keeps me steady, I want your hands on me already. You're 10 years older but I've caught your eye, I make you want to say "she'll have another" on your dime. We're standing outside, you'll never see me again therefore I'll sink my teeth in. You move a little closer, I'll hate when this is over. I bite your lip- you breathe deeply and put your hand on my hip. I feel the soft ****** of your 5 o'clock shadow, you're hardly callow. I force myself to pull away- this is casual I say- I turn on my toes, my hair sways, and I toss one last hedonistic gaze to the man responsible for my daze.
I kissed a stranger in a bar, he had light hair and light colored eyes, he was a man and I'll never be the same again.
But still so receptive
To her negativity
Shut her out
I try
But she understands
Or so she says
Bloodletting for her love
Even if it isn't real
I'll see this when I'm sober and probably delete it
Annie McLaughlin Jul 2016
He is the sun on a rainy afternoon.
He is the voice that fills the silence in your car.
He is the strong and the humble and the proud.
He is the laugh in the back of your throat.
He is the hand that gives you support.
He is the song that you keep coming back to, years after your first listen.
He is the insomnia that keeps you awake at three in the morning.
He is the clouded memory in the back of your brain.
He is the kind of love that you don't even know exists until you've had it.
Annie McLaughlin Jun 2016
This poison has taken over my body
I stumble and I fall
I laugh and then I cry
I wish that I could fly -
And so I test it
When did I get here?
What's with the white sheets?
I don't need medicine
Medicine can't fix me
Blur, it's all a blur
I think, I think I jumped
No, no wait, I was pushed
I don't remember, I can't
I can't remember
Love, why do you do this to me?
Joz Apr 2016
Whiskey is my favourite
***** is not my type

Wine is the one that she dislikes
She is the one I love

Laughter is the thing I miss from us
Hatred is something we always try to avoid

Grow up is something I'm afraid of
Missing her is the disaster I got everyday

Four shots..

*I miss us
Hanny Geraldine Jul 2015
Your lips,
they're as red as cherries
and as sweet as Sherry

I'm pretty sure
only a sip of them
can get me drunk

But darling,
if it's your lips that I kiss
I'm willing to get intoxicated
A glass of wine won't get you drunk.
Ghelli Jul 2015
I'm afraid to jump the gun
And express the welling tide of feeling
Because how can I?

You would drown.

Or run away from the flood of my arms
And curse yourself for approaching the shore.

So I mark off the edge, and warn against those who would swim.

But I want you. And I'm sick of this island.

Though it is safe and though I can do no harm here, I can't be satisfied with the messages you send; delivery by bottle.

Drunk on the words they contain, I need more from the source.

So I'll jump the gun, and suffer a shot to the foot of course.

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