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topacio Apr 2020
keeping your femininity
after you've
weathered unimaginable storms
is a high form
of rebellion.
LC Apr 2020
our deepest desires
shine under the soft light.
they always catch fire
as we whisper good night.
#escapril day 20!
Tara Apr 2020
Gentle, gentle, she sets the snare,
gentle, my love, soft strokes in my hair
Careful, careful, her kiss ghosts across mine,
careful, my darling, tongue dripping with wine.

Caress me, gentle now, don't be afraid,
show me your sweetness, show me you're brave
Kiss me, careful, give me your touch,
show me how you love me ever so much.

Soft, gentle little thing, expose yourself to me,
I can show you what it truly means to be free
Play with me, dance for me again and again,
dance with me, my darling, in the cold, dark rain.
relahxe Apr 2020
To my wife

Sometimes I will come to you in your dreams
as unexpected and uninvited guest.
Do not leave me outside in the street -
do not block up the doors.

I'll enter quietly, sit down softly,
and gaze upon you in the dark.
When my eyes have gazed their fill -
I'll kiss you and depart.
A poem by the Bulgarian author Nikola Vaptsarov. Nikola wrote this poem under arrest. He was sentenced to death and shot down three months later.
queenofwands Apr 2020
Your hands cupping my face
Strong & grounded
Gaze piercing through me like you'd
Never seen anything more beautiful.
What an honour to know a love like this
You lean in
Your soft lips brush mine
Tastes like love.
The tenderness of a lover
Like bread fresh from the oven
Warm & soft & gentle
Fills up the whole body
As it finally reaches my mouth
A deep sigh releases from my lips
At last,
I am home.
LC Apr 2020
she walks into an abyss.
the light slowly fades -
she barely notices.

she starts to run
as her breathing quickens.
she claws at the abyss,
hoping for a way out.

she hears a voice,
soft yet secure,
that guides her.
the light appears as
she takes small steps.

she keeps walking
until the light engulfs her.
she is free.
#escapril day 6!
singularity Apr 2020
I dreamt a dream of moonlight,
glittering and pale
A girl used to dance under the sun,
as her heart faded
she ran towards the moon
brushed her fingertips in the stardust.

I hear soft hands clap,
as voices sing a haunting melody
I think back to a girl with light footsteps,
a golden persona on stage,
a smile after.

I wonder if she was consumed
by greed,
as the nights grew longer,
if she ever found the sun again.
Perhaps she found it in the stardust,
brushed off her fingertips.

A thousand deaths later,
a black swan emerged from the snow
feathers coated in a soft tinkling melody.
A cold night
waited for the sun to come again.

Ink coated her fingertips,
as I dream of the dawn,
the moon finding the sun one last time
together in the sky
for a moment.
listen: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZL0qyevGfUc
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