I like touching you in the morning
When you are about to wake up
That moment you open your eyes
And feel my hand all over you

Touching your neck, your back
Oh, what a soft skin you have
I couldn't resist to taste it
I want to explore your whole body
But not only with my hands

Just close your eyes again
Like it is bedtime
And dream of me
Dream the satisfaction


it's been a month or two
what once happened everyday is gone
you're trapped babe, you don't even see it
maybe you miss me as much as i miss you
but how can that be true
you would've called, wouldn't you?

maybe you've changed

maybe you're better off without me
but i don't understand love
how you don't miss the memories?
of shared cigarettes
washed down with the bitter taste of vodka

yet even that doesn't taste

as bitter

as this


i forgave you in the end

He was my rose

Beautiful from afar


I'd always bleed

After touching him

You have eyes like needles,
pulling me together
into something cohesive,
something beautiful.
Soft silk draping from my arms,
cotton dreams, lavender goodbyes.
Canvas memories
written across my eyes
with the sound of sorrow weaving
designs into my skin,
let me in
let me in.
Feel the softness beneath your hands
as you fix my broken bones
with polyester thread,
look at me with your piercing
gaze and repair my wounded soul.
Create a work of art,
literature, mastery,
with the tide of your lips.
Stitches, stitches,
skin on skin.
Now I am changed,
reel me in
reel me in.

~~ Scopophobia, the fear of being stared at. ~~

What is this m feared of,
Which can't be seen and touch.
Sometimes I feel it in my thoughts,
Dressed in daydreams ,dark and deep.
Drowning me in
& Stealing my moments and breath away.

requiEM 6d

Men like to lay their heads on my thighs and pray
They like to hear the rhythm of my heart throughout the day
My body feels like a cloud, pulling them away

From reality, they stare at me, as if I am a piece
Of art in a museum, but it's one they cannot lease

It is owned by the gallery and sometimes you can ask
If you can borrow all of it to complete your little task

And sometimes, if you're lucky, you will get to touch
All of the marble curves it has, it's thighs, it's lips, and such

Why does every poem I read
And every sip of alcohol
Remind me of your name
And your addicting touch?

Lucy Jul 16

Your voice replays in my head, the time we spent together this summer
I can't think of any other
That made me weak in the knees so please don't leave
I want to remember how you felt
The words you sang made my heart melt
I want to relive that moment when we fell in love
At night I still dream of
The times we would laugh till we cried
When you would hold me in your arms and I'd sigh
The soft feeling of your kiss
These are the things that I miss
As we hold hands in the rain
I believe I can relive this feeling again
I feel drunk after tasting your lips on mine
The way both our legs intertwine
On top of these white silk sheets
Are some of the secrets that we keep
One touch and I'm high
The words you whisper in my ear makes me feel alive
Is this just a dream
That's how it seems
If so I want to sleep forever
Close my eyes tight and think of you whenever
I'm alone and missing you
It'll be something I have to do
Because I want to remember how it was
To be young and in love
The way we lay on the grass looking at the stars above
Staying close holding each other tight
Knowing that with you everything feels alright

closed eyes
but awake
your pulse just kicked up


Paul Jones Dec 2015

Curious clusters     of uncurled tendrils
traverse the trellis,     touched to feel their way.

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