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Marte Lindholm Feb 2017
Answer my tenderness
With love, not hate.
And my drunkness,
It is getting too late.

The drugs you gave
I am getting addicted.
I became your slave
This is what I predicted.
Here we go again
Mio Seanachaidh Feb 2017
Whenever you come around, I feel warmth inside my heart
Butterflies squirm and fly rapidly in my womb
My breath's hitched and common sense takes a trip as you speak to me
Is this love? (It must be)
First crush
Sienna Luna Jan 2017
Pressed perfect leaflet papers
printed in black-and-white.

Squares of thin tree bark
scattered on the table.

Your warm, rough hands
fitted in tight gloves.

Your wide smile
teeth like pearls all
clustered nicely and

I can't help but swell
a bit inside

admiring
the twist of your lips
and the flicks of your eyes
with a nose that changes
shape in the light.

But it's not your face
that intrigues but
the ***** in between
the space of skull

called a brain

which you use, delightfully so
expansive and ever expanding.

You have an eager fondness
for learning and retaining information

and it arouses me.

Like the frailty
of those printed papers
my tenderness

for you

envelopes, caressing
your knowledge like
a streamline submarine
diving through dark waters

slippery and unafraid

to get wet.
Jair Graham Jan 2017
Kiss my lips,
Find me where I lie in icicle-blue shade.
Throw me the rope;
Inside this canyon I'm flower-like reaching out desperate for.. something.
Let me feel your hand against my chest,
I need to feel some tenderness, lately I've stumbled in this hurricane world.
Can we watch stars from the porch and cry and feel everything?
Your tourmaline eyes will calm my mind;
Our love is brave and invulnerable.
Mazen Edlibi Dec 2016
Who is she.....
she came from the unknown place to my world!
She came with a shy in her smile!
She sat in my corner, and took a piece of my soul with her!
From that moment I couldn't take her image from my mind!
I met her again! I met her with uncertain  hope I sat beside her and my soul left me to be around her!
Although she was behind my back, but her soul was in front of me!
What kind of beauty I'm looking for!
A kind of beauty that is only measured by kindness and tenderness!
Who is she!
She is who I can say......
My woman!
Erin Suurkoivu Sep 2016
History forgets violence, cold-
blooded, the extinguishment,
and if not, the raw,
steadied torture.

This tenderness
rose from a river of blood.
Flowers in the garden,
wafting for no particular reason,
except a calling for bees.

Beauty I pick up on,
beauty like a sunset in the field,
blooming poppies,
just another revolution,
a day on Earth.
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