#loveaffair
White Chocolate
In a realm where ivory whispers dance,
Soft as moonbeams on a lover's glance,
Lies the essence pure, a taste so sweet,
White chocolate dreams where hearts do meet.
A symphony of creamy hues entwined,
Where tenderness and passion find
A canvas blank, yet richly spun,
A tapestry of two made one.
In twilight's tender, hushed embrace,
Where fingers trace a lover's face,
The world dissolves in pale delight,
As day gives way to velvet night.
Like white chocolate, melting slow,
Love's tender touch begins to flow,
Infusing warmth in every kiss,
A sugared breath, a silent wish.
Beneath the stars, where secrets lie,
Two souls conspire, a whispered sigh,
Wrapped in a bliss that's soft and rare,
A Caucasian love affair.
No bitter notes to mar the taste,
Just silken threads in sweet embrace,
A symphony of skin so light,
Love's pale glow in the quiet night.
Each touch, a promise softly told,
In whispers warm, in stories old,
Of love that's pure, untainted, bright,
Like white chocolate in the night.
So let us savor moments pure,
In this embrace, forever sure,
For in this love, both sweet and true,
White chocolate dreams are made for two.
Jun 21, 2024
Jun 21, 2024 at 12:50 AM UTC
Love
Has no shape
Love
Has no color
Love
Has no meaning
Love
Has no dimension
Love
Is different for each………….
Love
Could be craving for body
Love
Could be making out in bed
Love
Could be lust between two couples
Love
Could be vulgarity couples offer
Love
Could be kissing all-day
Love
Could be in laughing all the way
Love
Could be crying together
Love
Could be comforting each other
Love
Is different for each…………
For me,
Love
Is the way she stalks me
Like a tigress stalking from behind bushes
Love
Is the way she talks to me
Like sweet raindrops of love falling on my body
Love
Is the way she cares for me
Like air, can’t be seen, but exists
Love
Is the way her heart beats for me
Like waves in the ocean on their way to my beach
Love
Is the way she sparkles with her smile
Like a spectrum of colours vivid and bright
Love,
Is a feeling she feels
Love,
Is an emotion she exhibits
Love,
Is the bond she has with me she carries
Actually,
She Is Love in disguise
The only definition, Of love in my life
The lone Love Of my Lonely Life
For me,
She is Love
and
Love Is She
Only she
May 17, 2021
May 17, 2021 at 9:51 PM UTC
Love
Has no shape
Love
Has no colour
Love
Has no meaning
Love
Has no dimension
Love
Is different for each………….
For others,
Love
Could be craving for body
Love
Could be making out in bed
Love
Could be lust between two couples
Love
Could be vulgarity couples offer
Love
Could be kissing all-day
Love
Could be in laughing all the way
Love
Could be crying together
Love
Could be comforting each other
Love
Is different for each…………
For me,
Love
Is the way she stalks me
Like a tigress stalking from behind bushes
Love
Is the way she talks to me
Like sweet raindrops of love falling on my body
Love
Is the way she cares for me
Like air, can’t be seen, but exists
Love
Is the way her heart beats for me
Like waves in the ocean on their way to my beach
Love
Is the way she sparkles with her smile
Like a spectrum of colors vivid and bright
Love,
Is a feeling she feels
Love,
Is an emotion she exhibits
Love,
Is the bond she has with me that she carries
Actually,
She Is Love in disguise
The only definition, Of love in my life
The lone Love, Of my Lonely Life
For me,
She is Love
and
Love Is She
Only she
May 16, 2021
May 16, 2021 at 2:29 AM UTC
Silently I cry hoping no one hears
Secretly caring for another in love's affairs
Experiencing love's worst of weapons
Heartbreak ominously beckons
Silently tears fall as I lie alone
On the bathroom floor unbeknown
For there are no more words, no more lies
Only a silent tear that never dries
Silently I cry with images of his face
Dimpled cheeks, his kiss and warm embrace
Hopelessness ensues for the way he held me tight
Remembering he's with her tonight
I lay in bed at night beside the one I'm bound
Holding my breath as tears compound
Feeling the love I once gave and then knew
All the while he's with someone new
Silently shedding tears as my life takes its toll
Killing my very essence, my mind, body and soul
Hearing the words, feeling the crippling pain
A lover's secret inevitably ends in vain
Aug 20, 2015
Aug 20, 2015 at 3:23 PM UTC
You and I
have a story
behind closed doors,
sneaking at night,
stealing kisses,
secretly holding hands.
But you and I
both know
this story
shall never be told
not even to a single soul.
Sep 2, 2019
Sep 2, 2019 at 7:52 PM UTC
Confused and depressed
Not knowing what comes to life next
A promise that started so beautifully
He changed, and now, is he really ending it this slowly?
In the dark, while I savor the pain
I longed to be happy and then you came.
At a brisk, I let you in
Consumed my mind and invaded my soul.
Your eyes, I couldn’t help but stare
Your voice, that became music to my ear
I wish the time was longer – that’s a shame
Why did I meet you at such a wrong fate?
How can I tell him about you?
You belong to someone else while I do too.
Albeit amiss, the times with you felt nothing but right;
Never was I this proud of the wrong, never in my life.
Lost with bewilderment, who does my heart choose?
HIM, the person that I have learned to love?
Or YOU, the person that suddenly caught my heart?
I’m guilty of even having to question myself that.
The negative thoughts, the guilt, the constant fear.
It has now started drowning me in.
I realized, this affected him and I wanted to do the right thing.
So, I had to choose him.
Jul 19, 2019
Jul 19, 2019 at 3:20 PM UTC
Your eyes
are time capsules in my mind.
The memory of you there,
fingers lingering through my hair.
Begging me
to lock my lips with yours.
I posed from a distance,
sipping on my infidelity.
How it made its way
lasciviously
across your body
so meticulously,
intentionally
imploring you to want me.
You asked,
but I didn't know what to say
so I just kissed you.
I still see you sometimes
in the peripherals of my mind,
though the contours of your face
are beginning to blur as they do
with any beautiful stranger.
I can't tell whether the image of us
is a painting or a picture:
something I've carefully constructed
or a moment merely manifested.
But I do know
that it was the blue in your eyes
and the white in my lie
that had me stay til dawn.
Jul 28, 2018
Jul 28, 2018 at 3:38 PM UTC
I said it was not meant for me,
But what did I mean?
For any youth, any love,
Whose prey who might be,
On whom you’d lean,
In your semi-corseted skirt,
Or dressed full fig.,
Stalking into town,
Shocking men in wigs,
Luring them into false love,
As others had been?
Would you capture me,
Chaining my soul to your heart,
So I must carry on playing
At your command?
I see your dress under the piano,
And your boots and pantaloons;
The piano is not my voice,
Though you insist it is.
I shot a drunken man for you,
Which made me more your slave.
You woke urges I suppressed,
Too strong for one so frail.
With words you pushed me
But caused music to pour
From me as love did.
A storm of disapproval raged all round
Our Paris nest of love and art,
You came and went like a soldier, shielding us,
And at home you urged me on,
To impromptu inventions,
Yet causing us to depart.
Packed into a cabochon,
You shanghaied me,
Away to Majorca
And the wintry sea.
Your searing love and the island’s cold
Were too much for me,
And I escaped with my art.
Jul 8, 2018
Jul 8, 2018 at 8:52 PM UTC
Every time I saw you from across the room,
all I wanted to do was kiss you;
feel your lips against mine;
but I couldn't bring myself to do it.
Your beauty called to me,
so unexpectedly,
but I couldn't bring myself to let the love transfer over;
to show you how deeply I felt.
So instead,
we became best friends.
We did everything together;
told each other everything.
We shared a different, rare kind of intimacy.
And, all the while, I felt constricted.
I felt my throat lock up
from the inability to share,
to show you.
I felt wrong,
like I wasn't supposed to.
Yet all I wanted to do was explore;
explore your body against mine;
explore us together,
as one.
And I'm sorry.
Sorry for the confusion,
sorry for the mixed emotions.
While we shared so much connection,
the huge questions mark lay across our relationship;
like a dilapidated bridge,
keeping me from crossing to the other side -
from holding you,
and kissing you.
From feeling the love we both shared, fully.
And I'm sorry that we drifted apart.
But, then again,
you are the one who disappeared from my life.
You are the one who didn't answer my calls.
Yet, I am still sorry;
for putting you in the middle of that dilapidated bridge;
for not allowing you in.
Maybe you had no choice
Maybe you felt rejected.
But I want to say thank you for giving me a chance.
Thank you for allowing me to feel comfortable -
as much as my mind allowed me to be, anyway.
When you disappeared it hurt.
But, after much reflection, I understand.
I understand why you had to go.
So, again, I'm sorry.
But just like you let me go,
it is now my turn to do the same.
Because it hurts,
and I don't want to hurt anymore.
Just know,
that I still think about those moments,
when holding myself back.
Seeing you across that living room,
all I wanted was to kiss you so bad;
to fully experience our unexpected love affair.
Thank you for opening my eyes.
I love you.
Goodbye.
Jan 6, 2018
Jan 6, 2018 at 4:35 PM UTC
Within me you've inspired a new creation;
sparked a new passion
Ignited new words
once dormant
now burning with a purpose.
To tell the world
that I love you,
that I'm yours,
that you've stolen my heart
and bound me to your soul.
These words,
along with me,
are eternally yours.
Nov 15, 2017
Nov 15, 2017 at 10:13 PM UTC
I'm weathered and weary from shapes of greed
Their colors mislead me
I am naive
But I know eyes that taste
Without seeing
Now you know me, don't you?
But you are just waiting.
I am tired of this misinterpreted concept
I am tired of our tangled body's, this act between two that is only about you.
I'm tired of not being able to dance freely in fear of needy hands and sharp teeth
Pressuring possessiveness
Climb into your soul and off of my body
See that I am a creature of uninterrupted freedom
I will not answer to your hollow eyes
Your misconstrued ideas of love constructed by a society that forgot to feel
That forgot to see
That forgot that you are you and I am me
I will not answer to your hollow eyes
You are not welcome here.
Sep 17, 2017
Sep 17, 2017 at 7:45 PM UTC
(10wx3)
Ocean plays,
pokes the shore,
waves' bubbly edges
bashing,
lapping,
seducing,
making love,
calmly,
violently...
sand and rocks,
both subservient...
ocean...fondles shore with
masochistic caresses,
consummating...eccentric
love affair...
Sally
Copyright February 7, 2017
Rosalia Rosario A. Bayan
Feb 7, 2017
Feb 7, 2017 at 9:40 AM UTC