sofia l Mar 10
I don't want you to be subtle anymore
Those little hints you give
Those quick glances of approval
How your hand accidentally brushes against mine
How you avert your eyes when I notice you staring
The touch of your hand upon my arm as you laugh at my jokes
Those little side comments that imply more than what was said
I want all of you
Stop holding back
Grab my hand and hold it with all of your might
Laugh with all of the oxygen your lungs will provide you with
Openly admire me with those dark analytical eyes
Speak the first nonsense that may enter your mind
Don't be afraid of the stupid walls and guidelines society has built
Let down your guard
Dispel your fear
I plead for you
To finally let your passion mirror that of mine
And let our flames burn in synchrony
And let this loving without restraint
Take it's own course
Annie Feb 17
I know it's unreal
But so are you
I love some, and you're among the few

I hate the way
You look at me
As if there's nobody else but "we"

But it's only when
I catch you starring
That I feel like finally someone is caring

I wonder what it feels like
To be young
To have someone become your heart and your lungs

How do I tell you?
That you seem like my only home
A flower growing from a seed I hadn't sown

And even if we don't talk
I know you'll be here
I know that I'll have your love in rare
SwordNPen Jan 26
She quivered to the touch of my rough hand dancing across her supple skin
her lustful stare unflinching. I delighted on the subtle taste of strawberries on her lips. Her hands wrapped around me pulling me in close as close as one person could get to another. I learned every curve of her and she learned every curve of me. Now we lay in each others embrace quietly letting the night wash over us.
When you find this tell me you remember this night fondly and try to forgive me. -SNP
Zoie Marie Dec 2017
“He looks at me like a story book that isn’t finished”
Max McGrath Nov 2017
"Tell me.
Even though teens today say that they know love
Love is misunderstood, it is not that simple.
Even though it's easy to tell about love
People find love in different ways.
He, she, them, it's not the same.
One may find one at the bar, one at a goddamn Uno game.
Never assume you know love, especially of others.
Especially when you haven't gone out the world in order to find it."
R Nov 2017
Wiggly fuzzy sweetie pies
canoodling along my toesie-woesies.
Meowing purraciously as they
noodley-poodley awound the really biggy cat chair.
I'm waying on the couchie- ouchie!
Their sharpy nail digs into my fleshy-weshy by accident
but that's okay!
I lovie-dovie-wuvie-very-muchie
my darling widdle biddy kiddy cats!~
Shane Leigh Nov 2017
There is a world and it's subtleties;
It's breathing in of morning
And exhaling of mourning;
It's blind eye to the women whom make husbands of one-night stands,
And the men that only see women as one-night stands;
It's gentle pushing and shoving in forms of naturally planned disasters,
Rushing waters and uprooting winds -
It's a curiosity of the millionth wonder of the world,
The one that no one knows about.
I see a world full of subtleties
That only exist because we want them to,
And because nature says that they must be.
Enjoy (:
© Shane Leigh
Raph Oct 2017
Sunlit tree branches,
Ice cold blank stares,
Faint sight of what's to come,
Ashes and what none
Paraphrase Oct 2017
She never believed in fairytales.

Princes dressed in sharp coats,
Nauseating romances in long boats.

In magical lands at the end of lost trails.

Underneath non-functional clocks, where time,
With it's hands tied, doesn't travel in straight lines.

She never believed in fairytales.

She never believed in people.

Dressed in shorts, jeans and suits,
Fabric attempting to mask revealing truths.

Pretending they lived in fucking steeples.

Pretending that love, like the taste of cheap wine,
Could be forced to be made, forced like tears from her eyes.

She never believed in people.

She never believed in love.

Was it the pain that was never hers to feel?
Why she dressed in black, when she loves herself in teal?

Was it love that she let him take her from above?

Why she muffled her screams so nobody would hear?
But herself, year after year, after year.

She never believed in love.

She never believed him.

His words were as gentle as his touch,
He didn't answer her questions, he didn't ask for much,

But that she run her fingers on his chin.

And he told her he loved her, in gasps and shunted breaths,
When lust gave way to love, in a grip tight enough to keep her from death,

She never believed him.

"Where have you been?"

She asks him, ill made accusations,
On a long boat, dressed in a sharp coat, constellations,

Making signs the universe wanted to be seen.

The love in his eyes blinded her,
"I feel like I've been wandering forever,"

"And until I met you, on these lost trails"
"My love,"
"I never believed in fairytales."
K Balachandran Sep 2017
Most sublime, the art of love is,
the inner worlds, it keeps churning.
At her I take a hard look; at once
I fully realize this,her lips tremble
like the fecund earth, awaiting seeds!

Eyes acquire a misty morn quality
that to her tell aloud "Look at him!
he is the one you had seen in a dream
and swooned, pained not knowing
where to find him,out side the dream"

That meta text's context quickly get
transferred, to my database of smells
warmth and endearing sounds,pout
of lips conveying multiple meanings;
my search runs exactly three seconds,
decides to cue her on the result,still not
open, an enigma it remains,but she gets it.

A twitch starts at that exact moment,
somewhere deep, that's all I can tell,
in us both it resonates, deep,  till we shake
uncontrollably like two leaves in a blizzard!

Her feet wear, two shoes made of wind,
and mine try to match their frenzied speed,
in course, rush , collide in a mid air embrace.
Two pairs of hungry lips, now need no words,
to see what just spontaneously, did happen
at nature's own, sweet, free, will, ethereal!
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