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Thomas EG Jul 2018
You are so small, so petite
I could almost pluck you from this field of flowers and place you in my shirt pocket, just to see if you could possibly get any closer to my heart
I already feel you crawling from chamber to chamber
But ****, if I could feel your physical touch inside my chest, would it really feel so different ?
You are so warm, so gentle, so sweet
Always fresh as a daisy
And your hands,
Always busy as bees
And your lips,
As if carved from rose petals,
Remain forever on mine
Because I cannot stay away
Opiates are nothing compared to you
But, alas, I am addicted
My lil sunflower
Irene J Jul 2018
Remind me with your whispers
that you love me.

Remin me with your touch
that you want me.

Remind me with your kiss
that you love is passionate.

Remind me with the way you look at me
that you love me for who I am.

Remind me with all your weakness
that I'll love you for who you are.
This is very random, I was in the mood to write but idk what to write.
Elizabeth Jul 2018
I hung the pressed flowers on my wall today, the ones you gave me last spring. I don’t know why I hung them because all they do is remind me of you but, they look nice where I put them and they still have a rosy smell. A way of being. As they sit there I wonder if they feel lonely like me, I wonder if they miss your touch and the way you handled them carefully, just like you did with me. They are fragile and so am I. I wish I were like a flower who deserved a soft touch from beautiful humans and baths of sugar and fallen leaves.
Soak me in love and powdered sugar
fs yousaf Jul 2018
In my lonely nights,
i think of you
and all of the loving moments we have shared.
Ones where my head would lie in your lap
and you fingers would run back and forth
on my scalp.
I think of how safe you made me feel,
how nothing could touch me
as long as you were by me.
I think of your sugar coated lips
and warm body.
Your fingers as cars,
traveling my body
as if it were a road made just for them.
We used to stay up 'till 12 to communicate
Sacrifices were made to be together
There was no need to elaborate
Our common endeavour

Love was sleek
Love was tangible
It was never like hide and seek
Where we couldn't see each other anymore

My hugs satisfied you
Your touch satisfied me
I was in front of the que
Of being in the heart I wanted to be

A stray eye
Was never unintended
Aa Harvey Jul 2018
Our time together.


I want to be the one who makes your toes curl;
By making you feel ‘Oh!’ Girl.
By making you feel whole inside;
By asking you to bless my night,
With a touch of your delight.
Before you leave me again in the morning light.


I want my heart to speak for a while;
I want my love to make you smile.
I want my touch to drive you wild!
So I can confess my wanton lust for your arousal.


My excuse to miss the party.
I can’t make it; I’m stuck in the bed with my lady.
You know I’d love to be there, but my lady is here.
So I’ll see you another time, but this is my time,
So get out of here!


Leave me be, let me rest in peace;
With my woman beside me, the rest comes easily.
Let me give you a hand with that;
Let me give you your release.


Such ecstasy, apparently.
I play along, wondering why she will have to leave,
This time.  
I’ll see you another time.
Goodbye, thanks for that;
Yeah, thank you too, for this end of this lie.


The following day should be completely different;
Oh it’s not; I see.  
Did you really expect anything other than what you normally get?
Yay more ***.  But no love.
This *** is so good!  This *** blah, blah, blah.


*** is nothing without feeling;
*** is only amazing when it means something.
*** is not all I need for satisfaction,
But there is no love made here,
Just something, something,
Nothing.


(C)2013 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
Lyn-Purcell Jul 2018
Life begins and ends
with a cry so use the time
to touch many lives
I know people want to have a life where they can have things they never had before. I understand, I too want that life but I also want something greater than having 'things'. I want to touch and help as many people as I can while I'm here. I want to touch many lives. To me that's far more significant. To know you have met and talked to people who you've inspired to move forward and see light in their darkness.
116 followers... T---T
The tears keep on flowing!
Thank y'all so much!
I'm heading out to see the doctor so I'll be back soon!
Love y'all!
Lyn ***
Aa Harvey Jul 2018
Us
Us


You are my opposite, with eyes that see so far.
You are my partner in time, my lassoed shooting star.
My head only has infinity spaces; my words are lost upon the ether.
Gone to forever, lost to never, you give voice to my speaker.


Eyes so big, you can see deep down inside,
That I tell no lies when I kiss you goodnight.
Perfectly pretty;
I am addicted to your love.
With lips of satin you spoke to me
And the stroke of a feather hand,
Is what I feel with your every touch.


Thoughts flow from you into me so freely,
That they are nearly never seen, upon the air of inspiration.
All the love I crave burns from inside your heart
And into my heart.  
Your love has arrived at its final destination.


You carry a heart-shaped tattoo with you, everywhere you go.
I carve our names inside a heart shaped design upon an old oak tree,
To show people that we were here more than once
And if they have missed the show,
Then we will be here again to repeat our actions.
From now until the end of us;
Or until the end of me.


We find each other under the cover of moonlight.
We are in tune with our love;
We have one love on our minds.
Sensuality must be our priority,
So I can once more savour your touch,
As you welcome my touch.


You are my pretty picture I can’t help but paint,
To show the world what I see.
When I think about the two letter word ‘Us’,
I know I’m right where I want to be.


(C)2017 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
MicMag Jul 2018
I've witnessed a beauty
I can't describe
That speaks to my soul
As it swims through my eyes
The silent sounds
Sneak into my mind
The taste lingers on
Leaving sweetness behind
The scent creeps up
To slowly remind
Of the touch that once felt
Makes all else fade
Til only your beauty
Pure beauty remains

There's nothing else
Your beauty remains
Old found poem.
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