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We sit outside during the thunder storm,
bright white lights pass through our seems.
we sit there in silence, hands collapsed warmly in each others laced finger tips.
We give one stare into the depths of our eyes and slowly lean in for what i call a breath of fresh air, one true, loving, deep and mesmerizing kiss.
Feeling your soul as we connect, the soft layer of your wet tongue surpasses my lips with a gentle tickling touch.
Longing to feel you, never wanting to let go, you are the lover of my only dark soul.
Sat outside tonight with my lover and the thunder storm was coming down hard while we laced our love together under the darkened night sky.
-elixir- Jun 2020
Your hands,
do many things.
they
write,
create,
touch,
caress,
move,
make,
hold,
save­
and
help,
But I implore you,not to let
another man's blood
stain your hands.
And unleash the wretched in you.
The killing of one human is equivalent to killing all human
pôr do sol Jun 2020
When you feel my skin so close to yours,
Do you want to place your fingertips where your eyes so often go?
And do I make your heart flutter and your mind go numb?
And am I that girl who just might turn your world around?
Nicole May 2020
Touch,
They call it 'lust'
I call it "intimacy"
parthenope May 2020
Felt your warmth only in my dreams
and yet i crave your touch so much,
the pain is almost physical.

-parthenope
I'll cut off my own hands
For everything I touch shatters
Tiana May 2020
I was filled with sunshine
Like I've never experienced summer before
Everyplace you touch on my body felt like it was bursting with light
My checks hurt from the smiles
The giggles as you spin me around
My toes curling in the grass
A flower hand-picked from the ground
Loving the nature sounds
Warm in your arms
I can do this all day around
Sage May 2020
Whatever it is what I've been searching for, I found it in your soul.
Through your eyes I can see the entire world breathe.
Universe is what I see when I kiss your mind.
I'm gracefully carried through life with the feeling of your touch.

I don't want to let you go of my hand.
Love, synonym of poetry.
Erian Rose May 2020
frosty crystals clung to
light shows on windowsills
they ran faster than their hands
could touch
on the run from racing time
streams of comfort left
rainy roads bare
to them,
nothing on earth compared
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