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I can't think straight because I'm not.
I love one girl who is so hot!
And in this poem I want to show
How hetero people are ruining it all...

To think straight means... To hate!
To think you'll burn in the hell if you were born gay;
But beating their child is completely okay.
To think that clothes really matters;
If you're a girl then must wear dresses.
To think that colors have gender;
But boys used to wear pink, remember?
To think when a woman has body hair then she's so ugly!
But when a man has the same then he's very lovely!
To think they're normal and others are not;
In fact only they are stupid a lot!
Arguments against same *** marriages they try to introduce;
But forget that straight couples are full of abuse.

Our world would be so much better
If you shut up your mouth, dear hetero...
What does it mean to think straight?
На всем свете Лизонька одна,
Чьи прелестные глаза
Повседневно радуют меня,
Хочу, чтобы чаще рядом ты была!
Я люблю тебя страстно, люблю тебя нежно!
И ты люби меня так же прилежно…

Все мысли только о тебе:
Ты мною желанна!
В моей судьбе
Не бывало такого романа!

Когда тебя нет, я скучаю, страдаю,
Во сне о ночи страстной с тобой я мечтаю,
И самые неприличные мысли
В стихи превращаю!

Я хочу ощутить твои губы манящие,
В глаза взглянуть блестящие,
Лежать с тобой в одной постели,
И верить, что чувства настоящие!
Вдруг раздаются птичьи трели,
И солнце восходящее…

Мои глаза заблестели в предвкушении встречи с тобой.
Я знаю, как никто другой,
Что любовь эта вечна,
А кто-то лишь мечтает о такой.
Для меня ты безупречна!
Пусть наша жизнь и скоротечна,
Ценить я буду вечно
Волшебный миг, когда
Поцеловала ты меня!
Солнышко мое,
Как сладко я тебя люблю!
И день и ночь я думаю о ней,
Ведь без нее и жизнь моя была б скучней.

Я помню этот дивный взгляд... Глаза,
Которые сквозь радость смотрят на меня!
И в эти чудные мгновенья
Я чувствую приливы вдохновенья...
Стихи пишу,
Ведь больше не могу
Держать в себе все эти чувства!
Во мне бушуют страсти,
И в любое ненастье я знаю, что она
Придет на помощь всегда!
Улыбка, кудри и глаза - всё это вечно буду помнить я!

Так сладок миг среди тех дней обыкновенных...
Миг встречи наших глаз, друг другом вдохновенных.

И милый образ твой —
Всегда любим он будет мной!
Весь мир тебе я подарю,
Ведь я тебя люблю! Люблю...
Под весенним чистым небом
Нежно обнимались мы,
И на нас светили ярко
Алые лучи.

Вдруг рука моя скользнула ловко
По её бедру,
И в глазах я вижу дивно
Изумрудную искру…

Взгляд её так мил и нежен,
Губы мягкие блестят,
Словно гроздь сочных черешен,
И меня они манят!

Как приятно целоваться,
Быть в объятиях её!
Не хочу я расставаться,
Теряя наслаждение своё.

Ах, как же ты прекрасна:
Пленишь своею красотой,
И люблю тебя я страстно
Всей доверчивой душой!

Позволь же мне опять
Взглянуть в твои глаза,
За руку бархатную взять,
Прижать к себе тебя,
Восторга не тая,
Поцеловать…
И радость испытать, когда
Коснешься ты меня
Горячими губами,
И буду думать я ночами
О том, что было между нами…

А были поцелуи, страсть, любовь!
Всё это, к счастью, повторится вновь
И будет длиться вечно наяву
При каждой нашей встрече под деревом в саду…
AE
In the world where passion ignites,
There lived a love that reached new heights.
Alice and Elizabeth, souls intertwined,
Their connection was rare and love was so kind.

No bound of rules could hold them apart,
Their adoration united each fragment and part.
Whispers of affection, tender and true,
The bond was so magic between the two.

****** harmonies played a wonderful tune,
A symphony of pleasure under the moon.
Together they would intertwine, hearts beating as one,
In the rhythm of passion, their souls had begun.

With whispered words, they kindled desire,
Exploring each other's deepest attire.
While secrets are shared, their bodies connect,
Lost in the pleasures that feelings direct.

Alice's touch evoked pure ecstasy,
Elizabeth's kiss - the taste of serenity.
In Elizabeth's eyes, Alice found her soul,
The love like theirs, can never be stole.

In dreams of blissful love's embrace,
Alice and Elizabeth found their place.
Unveiling desires with fierce fervent bliss,
Not just in ***, but in love's gentle kiss.

In the world of love's sweet embrace,
Alice and Elizabeth found solace and grace.

Their love was more than just physical lust,
It was a deep connection, a love they could trust.
Their bodies entwined, in a dance of desire,
Alice and Elizabeth, their love was a blazing fire.

In a world of norms and narrow views,
Two hearts beat strong, defying the rules.
In each other's arms, they found their peace,
Their love’s a rebellion that will never cease.

Hand in hand, they were walking with pride,
“Love knows no boundaries!” – they bravely replied.

In a cruel world, their love stood tall,
Two lesbians, defying it all.
The lesbians in love, disobeying the norm,
Struggling against the society's scorn.

Alice and Elizabeth, their love was so true,
A timeless tale, forever anew.
Breaking the rules society laid,
Yet in each other's hugs, they found their aid.
Whispers of judgment, stares of disdain,
But in their affection, they found no shame…
In the classroom where I learn,
Her elegant beauty I discern.
Words of love like poetry flow,
Inspiring me to study and grow.

With passion, devotion and heart so kind,
This gorgeous girlfriend opens up my mind.
Through hazel eyes I find my way,
And near her I long to stay.

With every word and every glance,
She leads me in a passionate dance.
Dazzled by shiny dandelion hair,
I’m strongly looking for a chair
Because I can hardly stand on my feet!

I’m falling,
Falling in love indeed…
Gh0ski3 Sep 3
A fainting pink, the color I have to resist
To stare at as we pass by the textured walls of our hallways

There isn't much he knows about her,
Except for the bottles of strawberry flavored wax
She takes and uses up within months

I dream of what it tastes like.

Not the strawberry scent she lingers on every one of his clothes
But the lips she has to polish every single hour,
Applying and reapplying
Again and again

On my bed, I hold that scent close,
That stain of wax that missed her skin,
Landing mistakenly on my shirt

If I rub it off on my cheek,
My neck,
My lips
Would it be the same?

The same type of love she gives to him,
On 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒃𝒆𝒅,
To 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒄𝒍𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒔,
In 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒓𝒐𝒐𝒎...

The room that stands next to mine.

I cant help myself.
That artificial sweetness on her skin teases the strings I spun just for her in my heart
When I weave my way to her through the harsh rivers of doubt to get a whiff of what could've been
A future without scented walls to separate us

But hearing her through those thin plaster barricades,
My waxy layers melt off,
As the canister holding my strawberry sacrifice calls from the basin
Of discarded chapsticks that once gave her so much joy

Give me the satisfaction
Of knowing that you're recycling this affection
For what?!
Why don't you enlighten me with capped closure
Instead of covering up essential oils with his favorite perfume

Because even when you force yourself to pucker up into unscented soberness,
You know you can't stand the blank space
Between this balm and your lips

So I'll ask of you tonight, my one and only, to please
Hold me tight,
Lead me on,
And promise to love 𝒎𝒆...
Through your chapstick kisses to him.
This is mostly just a story I made up on a whim, but I like how it turned out, it's not too bad.
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