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Mykarocknrollin Feb 2020
side by side
books on the slide
a great time to hide
an afternoon not that mild
but thoughts run wild
hands ready to touch
lips too wet to vouch
how our connection reacts
how great the impact
the affection
the attraction
my skin
your hands
why can't you say
tell me now
tell me how
tell me
yell
WE

xoxo
Makayla Jordan Feb 2020
I want to wake up next to you
our calves on top of each other
hairs stand up each time your leg caresses mine
i want to smell your 3 and 1 shampoo
on top of my pillow cases
i want you and only you
I want for you to pull me
so my back touches your chest
and I can feel your heart beat
and i wonder why it’s so fast
I want to know if you’re thinking of me
dreaming of me
i want you.
Anastasia Feb 2020
Somewhere I sit in the in between,
I long for your touch,
This too has consumed me,
How funny it feels to scream,
I want out of you.
Somewhere over in the in between,
A snake sitting in the wet moss,
Looking at me with cold eyes,
I long for your bite.
i dont remember how to feel
Kora Sani Feb 2020
i've felt your arms around me before;
many times at that,
only pulling you close
when i was afraid that you'd leave

but only once or twice
would i call it a hug
and it's not because i didn't want to,
believe me, i did
but the touch of another human
startles me most,
when i see that it's coming

allowing myself
to be intertwined in another's arms
sends my body into a battle with euphoria
having to decide;
am i trapped
or am i free
Styles Feb 2020
Her skin
soft
like satin
rubbing against mine
as we sat-in
the couch
cuddling against mine
she's so ****
the way we flexing
just passing time
so close against me
can't hold it against me
its got its own mind
hand on your backside
thoughts inline with my incline
feeling warm on the outside
as ******* slowly slide on the inside
of the cover, pushing it to the side, to uncover
over the magic button my tongue hover
EmB Jan 2020
I didn’t know stubborn until I saw it
in the lines of my face,
reflected in the mirror.
The dark smudges under my eyes
boast of restless nights spent
chasing you,
always waking before the moment when
our hands touch.
Cardboard-Jones Jan 2020
Lies we told ourselves
Dissolve in the red wine.
You whisper truths through the night,
Admiring what used to be,
Until we’re back in the here and now.

Blink, blink
Soft breathing plagues your lips,
Uncompromising eyes look at me,
Searching for purpose on my face.

Touch, touch
Warmth piercing my skin.
The hand of the fearful bold
Reaches for serenity.

Kiss, kiss
The reminder of a passion so far gone,
Looking for honesty
When I’m too afraid to admit my mistakes.

What will I do?
Where would I go?
Who will I be
If you stopped loving me now?
Bhill Jan 2020
distraction can touch
touch in manners that are not familiar
memory claws will reach out
touching with thoughts forgotten
past awareness may re-enter
making effort to build on those remembrances

Brian Hill - 2020 # 28
What is your distraction?
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