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You are sitting alone by the tallest trees of the forest,
Perched quietly on that stone that was turned over by the erosion of silted banks;
The wild river, a little ways off,
But still the roar of it fills the air.
Your hands are clasped in front of you
And your backpack is slung to the side.
Above your quiet form,
The mountains rise like citadels
And their alpine slopes abound with pines
Like sentinels, watching,
Hiding the yellow eyed wolves
That dart within.
But they will not approach you.
They also attend the dusk,
And the secrets it brings.
The singing of the coyotes
Calls the stars out
One by one,
Emerging in a deepening blue,
While the fire of the sun’s descent
Subsides too,
Into blackness.

The night birds call.

I am here, my love.
Can you see my silhouette against the moon?
The darkness between us thickens
Like blood from a wound.

Reach for me

High above you, a white owl alights,
Beating its ragged wings against the thickness
Of the wilderness;
The dark shadows of the pines, motionless,
Yet, I shake.

Reach for me

You shift your weight and turn to face
The space where I stand.
You lift your hand as if
To gently place my hair
Behind my ear,

Remember how you always loved to do that
When I was here?

You touch me, almost!
We are so **** close!

You are crying now, alone,

The night birds sing to a ghost.
Luna Maria Oct 8
oh darling,
undress me
I want to feel
my lips against your lips
skin against skin
hands wandering on your
damped body
touching you
careful and slowly
kiss me passionately
                 & love me deep.
promise me that you will love me forever.
Were not touching
But I tingle
But I get butterflies
Your hands beside mines
But not touching
I feel warm
I feel loved
But were not touching
I feel scared
But then your beside me
Not touching me
But I still feel better
You look at her and smile
I still love you
Its attraction
A strange attraction
But its enough
Enough for me to wait a life time for you
We were getting on this ride. It was fast. And scary. She sat on the other side. My firend was beside me. But I was still scared until I saw you. You saw me and stood beside me. I felt tingle and butterflies. You werent touching me but I felt warm in Febuary. I breathed out. A puff of smoke in this cold. Yet I felt warm. I opened my eyes. Your hand was so close. The ride was fast but just for this secound time had stoped.
dig at your heart i find a photo
it was like a ghost coming from absent
talking in whisper, saying one word
making your heart refluxing with red
and your face changing its white

i feared i said that is your love
that you can become a knight
and changing your kind into wild
you can carry the weapon to fight
you can not stop until you see your love
safe and live in happy and great fare

you said with low sound
,''stupid that man is you
and your love making me as lion
facing the dangerous with open chest
fighting the enemies and chasing them at fast

because i find a fresh air touching my heart
when i collected your photo to my chest"
the lover can be so strong and fights all the world
MindMooring Jul 13
Siri, "Her Tinsel Setup

Tracing lines on my
Touchpad (palm),

For my cursor to
Touch(Click) Her."

From the book Feelings Coated
OpenWorldView Jun 22
like slow winter fog
fingers trace without a touch
across her cold skin
slow, tender, journey.
don't wake her.
Cotton Candy Jun 16
a pearl sat on the softest piece of you, 
at the crossroads of your hips. 
I lean in and kiss it, the delicate taste of salt,
and my cold nose is warmedby your skin, 
the gentle smell of aftershave and flesh.
I look up at you, your prickled jaw looks back, 
you look at your eyelids,
the sensation overcoming you.
that little pearl, a bleached version of your skin,
it is the riches of a thousand oceans.
Laura Apr 14
Just bodies, no feelings.
mechanically touching
each other like robots.
In the heat of the moment.

What's that? A feeling?
No. There's no feelings here.
Just two people desperately trying
to escape everything for a while.
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