#fervor
A warm light brews,
and captures a glimpse of your beauty
Your smile like a hand knitted sweater on a winter evening,
melting my heart into a pool with your warm embrace.
Dec 5, 2025
Dec 5, 2025 at 8:30 AM UTC
A woman stands with her dearest flame
as he looks towards a view of deeper high seas
with his eyes brightening in their pale blue colors
while the pearly foam touches their feet,
pairs of hands touch one another in a silent coveting
for an hour of rest to last till they never part in their
heavenly altar, indeed, chords may toll for an opera of
the cosmos, although he still meets her sight
with his fervor in rise as carnations in waking gleam in
slower motion whilst their gardens of tenderness
come alive amongst the wastelands in a way that
is potently lucid and enchanting.
May 1, 2025
May 1, 2025 at 4:09 PM UTC
Within the silent chambers of an ardent heart, I've earnestly sought,
An elusive sentiment, a fleeting moment, a brilliant spart yet unattained.
To encapsulate the quintessence of that inaugural meeting,
A glimmer of potentiality amid the labyrinthine corridors of love.
Gazes converged, akin to celestial bodies gracing the night's tapestry,
A tacit colloquy, a mutual clandestine, luminescent as the firmament.
In that brief interlude, the world seemed to dissolve,
As though temporal constraints had momentarily stilled or perceptibly coalesced.
Desire swelled, an untamed, unspoken fervor,
A yearning for more, parallel to the plaintive cry of a wayward soul.
To capture that tension, that dulcet voltage,
Yet, it eludes my grasp, in the capriciousness of stark simplicity.
Like a mariner adrift, thirsting for the embrace of solid land,
I quest for an ardor impervious to the passage of time.
To perpetuate that sensation, to grant it an eternal abode,
In the profound depths of my soul, where life's embers still blaze bright.
Yet love's true nature remains an enigma,
A puzzle I've endeavored to decipher, it remains insoluble.
For the emotion I chase is but a specter, a shadow, a fragment,
A glimpse of what could be, in love's intricate masquerade.
And now, in the poignant tapestry of longing, I stand, a solitary figure,
Heartbeats echoing like a somber sonnet in the twilight's embrace.
As the mirage of love wanes, leaving an indelible ache,
I shall persist in this odyssey, for within this ache, love's enduring legacy resides.
Oct 25, 2023
Oct 25, 2023 at 2:28 PM UTC
so the constant din
fervor in my mind is my
own thoughts holy ****
Nov 17, 2021
Nov 17, 2021 at 5:13 AM UTC
What cannot be yours,
no further shall be desired of.
Sunk into shallow waters,
gone up in smoke,
narrowly ablaze.
Torn to pieces,
unabashedly re-framed.
No matter what you desire of,
at the end must be yours and reclaimed.
Aug 12, 2020
Aug 12, 2020 at 5:53 AM UTC
Increase our heart rate
for old times sake
Teeth in your neck.
Nostalgia through your veins.
Limited hours of dark remain.
**** off our clarity with champagne
before sunrise scares the lust away.
Jan 27, 2019
Jan 27, 2019 at 5:48 PM UTC
You are so **** pretty
I just want to say
That you manage to charm me
Every single day
With your bronze skin
And caramel eyes
Your short hair
And irresistable smile
Your lips so plump
I want bite when I kiss
Your full *******
And thick hips
Every part of you could be a poem
And every word you say a verse
But I could never do it justice
Less so when you smile at me
and play with my hair
I feel fuzzy when I touch you
And my lips crack a smile
I want to stick to you forever
Your hugs are so **** warm
And lock our hands together
When our fingers intertwine
They seem to match eachother
One made for the others grasp
And I want to trap time in a bottle
That my love for you may never die
But I´ll settle for a poem
Titled with my toughts for you when you ask me
"Why are you looking at me like that?"
Oct 31, 2018
Oct 31, 2018 at 4:21 PM UTC
She looked at him
In the dimly lit room
Sensations blooming
At her plush lips
Every inch of flesh
Taken impatiently
His playing hands stroke
His intention clear
The moves playing
Of rhythmic ardor
Pulsating
Panting
Fervent
Consuming…
Jul 16, 2018
Jul 16, 2018 at 7:41 AM UTC
It's painful
Not being able
To touch him
Bare fingertips
Eager to kiss him
Taking his essence
Tapping impatiently
Bidding time
So addicted to him
My drug
My necessity
My very base of existence...
Jun 26, 2018
Jun 26, 2018 at 2:54 AM UTC
Anger that boils in the depths of my veins
was bound to erupt when love is at stake.
Jun 24, 2017
Jun 24, 2017 at 11:56 AM UTC
Spread your warmth across me like the peanut butter over the bread.
The intimacy should unite a million beautiful stars overhead.
May 21, 2017
May 21, 2017 at 6:00 AM UTC
I have an idea of Myself.
And how often, in the unregistered intervals of time,
When thoughts of world avoided me
with as much fervor as I avoid this world.
I think of what I am,
I realize that of all the people I have deceived,
the one I fooled with perfection was myself.
When I see what I do not want to,
my mind desperately grabs onto a stray thought,
to distract me from understanding
Of what I am about to realize.
But I know this game too well
and this is not a secret that I have uncovered
for the first time in life.
It is what I half-remember in all my waking hours
and all that I know of in my sleep.
I know this lie, I have been telling myself.
But today is not the day,
to shatter my Idea of Me
with one cruel realization.
The day, when it comes,
shall be the last I breathe as me.
For I cherish this Idea
more than myself.
Jan 27, 2017
Jan 27, 2017 at 4:58 AM UTC
I want to trace
every line and contour of
your face,
your hands,
your throat,
and commit it to memory.
Cover every inch of my body with salty-sweet kisses,
my back against the wall,
your breath on my skin,
leaving goosebumps in its wake.
I can feel your heart pounding with intensity,
your lungs expanding with ragged breaths,
your hands shaking with desire.
We are utterly lost in our passion,
rendered clumsy with shaking fingers
and quivering breaths.
Fervent eyes meet for a brief moment:
a pause before it all shifts in and out of focus,
and I can't decide whether everything has been obscured,
or if everything is so vivid all at once.
Dec 15, 2015
Dec 15, 2015 at 8:24 PM UTC
your hands braced on either side of my head
your beautiful gaze shining and intense,
focused in on me like i'm the
bull's eye on the dart board
your lips descended on my lips hard and frenzied
your tongue caressing mine, claiming me
there's worship in your every movement, every touch
my skin tingled feverishly under your ministrations
the way you touch me was sweet torture
i can feel every ounce of your passion
and i feel like i'm going to burst
Apr 8, 2015
Apr 8, 2015 at 10:13 AM UTC
your words and touches fill me with so much fervor
you flared to my body like a comet
igniting me
infiltrating every thought
you pierced through my heart and soul
your love is burning up in my veins
Jan 7, 2015
Jan 7, 2015 at 9:22 AM UTC
*Feel the curves
Lean carefully
Hold the reins
Taste the fire
Burn your tongue
Get closer
Fill the gaps
No breathing space
Feel, one
Clasped fortune
Hidden treasures
Stoke up the fire
Feel the glow
Much warmth
Vows of passion
Lingering feel
Skin to skin
Minds in delirium
Don’t stop
It’s a tumultuous order
To find each other
In a new way*
Jan 5, 2015
Jan 5, 2015 at 9:07 AM UTC
Your glare weathered my coccoon
Leaving pores within my walls
So with each palpatation
My thoughts bled out
i remain an empty shell till
U return the substance sustaining ur ego
And refrain from abusing my
Fervor
Nov 14, 2014
Nov 14, 2014 at 9:34 AM UTC
I can’t seem to find the right words to express how I feel;
mostly about you, but about other things too. I just wish it was
normal to want to talk about someone for hours and days, like a
pinwheel blowing incessantly, so long as the wind gives it the attention it
craves. And I do, I crave more than attention that comes in gusts.
I want undying affection, retention of passion and intimate
moments, folded under piles of whispered secrets and
frightened ‘I love yous’, afraid only that someone could not possibly
love you back, with the same fervor you feel before you sleep.
I cannot promise much, but I can promise you this –
when you close your eyes in the dark of your room, and feel as if
no one knows, the wisps of your thoughts creep into my mind and I
love you back. I can promise you that. c.d.
Oct 21, 2014
Oct 21, 2014 at 11:40 PM UTC