#makelove
The stars live
seen from my bed
very deep
inside the window frame
Nice and cool you lie next to me
sleeping satisfied
my skin burns
where I miss you
in this longhouse, where we
only dared to make love
restrainedly, not used
to hear it from others
The rain rustles
that warm pleasure
of the children and for us
if there had been no neighbours
who would be ashamed
so we did it quietly
like the lash mites
when they mate
Jun 12, 2025
Jun 12, 2025 at 3:35 AM UTC
In the beautiful
merging of lovers, love turns --
out to be self-love.
Jun 17, 2024
Jun 17, 2024 at 2:33 AM UTC
Come on, wave your love,
overflow me with your tide --
Don't ebb off from me.
Jan 29, 2024
Jan 29, 2024 at 4:24 AM UTC
Warning: This content may contain graphic descriptions, which may not be suitable for underage viewers if reading aloud.
Our bodies touch
as I embrace you tightly
I feel an overwhealming
warm sensation consuming
my entire body as I
run my fingers through
your long and beautiful hair.
I begin to kiss you lovingly
and passionately on the lips
to ultimately display
my affection for you
and feelings that
can''t be explained
even in the most
beloved words.
Sweet and soft kisses
on your neck are
to let you know that
I''m ready this time
to show you that
you are meant to
be mine and only mine
for now and forever.
I place my hand on
your leg slowly sliding
it up to your thigh
gently massaging your
inner thigh while
I bite into your neck
listening to your soft moans
and becoming more aroused
as more delightful thoughts
come into mind, on how
I can pleasure and satisfy you
mentally and sexually.
Excitement and the craving
for lust becomes addicting
and drives us both mad
with wild intentions to
make love to one another
I remove all of your clothing
along with mine as well,
I place you on the bed
I take it slowly once again
by kissing your body all over
my hands wonder all over you
massaging your legs,
massaging your thighs
then massaging your *******
I align your body with mine
carefully allowing myself
to go inside of you
because I value every
moment of our intiment pleasure
my hip movement corresponds to yours.
I whisper loving thoughts in your ear
on how my endless desire to
please you like you truely deserve
may not ever be fufilled.
I caress you
while you are in my lap
we exchange loving
and passionate wet kisses
I increase my speed
and exert more force
making myself go "harder" and
"faster" allowing you to feel
the warming sensations that
I once felt before flow
into you as well
I feel you tighten up around me
I notice that your legs and arms
are placed around my waist
clinging to me tightly
feeling safe and secure
in my arms
you wanting and encouraging me
to do whatever I please
as long as I don''t stop
I become driven by
my very own intentions
I feel the both of us
on the verge of climaxing.
Dec 19, 2020
Dec 19, 2020 at 9:27 AM UTC
beau·ti·ful
/ˈbyo͞odəfəl/
adjective
1. pleasing the senses or mind aesthetically.
"beautiful poetry"
Similar: attractive, pretty, handsome, good-looking, etc.
Opposite: ugly
2. of a very high standard; excellent.
"she spoke in beautiful english"
𝘀𝘁𝗼𝗽 𝘁𝗲𝗹𝗹𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗺𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝘃𝗮𝗴𝗶𝗻𝗮 𝘀𝗽𝗲𝗮𝗸𝘀 𝗹𝘂𝘀𝘁 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗻𝗼𝘁 𝗽𝗼𝗲𝘁𝗿𝘆.
the inside of a woman's ****** is full of verses that you'll forget your name. stop telling me that woman's fallopian tube is only the meeting place of a ***** and an egg cell because metaphors and punctuations develop there to create pulchritudinous metrical-composition.
𝘀𝘁𝗼𝗽 𝘀𝗮𝘆𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝘀𝗲𝘅 𝗼𝗻𝗹𝘆 𝗰𝗿𝗲𝗮𝘁𝗲 𝗮 𝗰𝗵𝗶𝗹𝗱 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗻𝗼𝘁 𝗮 𝗯𝗼𝗼𝗸 𝗼𝗳 𝗽𝗼𝗲𝘁𝗿𝘆.
the moans and groans implanted on each other's ears will create proses and poetry, the handprints on the wall, the clothes you both threw on the floor, and the smiles and giggles you threw up create poetry that only you and your lover can read.
𝘀𝘁𝗼𝗽 𝘁𝗲𝗹𝗹𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗺𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗮 𝘄𝗼𝗺𝗮𝗻 𝗶𝘀𝗻'𝘁 𝗮 𝗽𝗼𝗲𝘁𝗿𝘆.
[ the space between her thigh
the gap between her teeth
the veins on her arms
the marks on her belly
the darkness of her brows
and the bristle on her armpits
i'm telling you that these are parts of poetry ]
Dec 6, 2020
Dec 6, 2020 at 4:15 PM UTC
Lost in a world of reverie,
Longing to make your discovery,
I can feel it rise inside of me,
Roaring to a flame of ecstasy
Fingers imprison fingers, fingers imprison flesh
I am weakness beneath your bated breath
Lay claim to my clay, lay claim to my *******
Mold me over and over to collapse on your chest
I am yours with each command, each and every kiss
Till my maiden land, fill me with every inch
I can be your ***** I can be your *****
Heat, sweat, electricity traveling in between,
A valley full of nectar, as you consume my delicacies
Make me your subject, and bow to your Queen
Paint a masterpiece on my back, before you lick it clean
Stroke your brush inside my palette for another round,
Make liquid clouds come oozing from my swelling mound
Choking on clouds from my willing mouth,
Taking notes from your every sound
Opening my blossom on your vine,
Aching for our souls to intertwine,
Makes my eyes shine, drunk on wine
Take what is yours, I know you are mine
Sep 1, 2019
Sep 1, 2019 at 2:21 PM UTC
Make love to me in the half light of the early morning
Make love to me like you said you would
Make love to me like I'm the only thing your body needs
Make love to me like losing yourself in me is the only way to keep yourself sane
Make love to me as a prayer and a thanks and a love letter
Make love to me like my skin is healing and you're broken
Make love to me like in the last log in the water and you're drowning
Make love to me like I'm the last oxygen left
Make love to me like I make you smile because I do
And I love you
Make love to me like you love me the way I do you.
Feb 25, 2017
Feb 25, 2017 at 6:27 PM UTC
You kept the rhythm
Balancing while you're walking
I can hear you closer from behind
I pretend I didn't expect you
Closing my eyes with those soft petals
And a scent that takes my soul away
You came closer, bit my ear
I gripped on your hands
Pulled you, held you, kissed you
You revealed the beauty
You locked inside just for me
Nov 23, 2016
Nov 23, 2016 at 2:21 AM UTC
My mind spelled your name
with such intimacy
that I craved for the lips
between your legs
at two o' clock in the morning,
with sweat running down my spine.
And I know that my name
orchestrates the symphony
under your sheets
whenever you're alone
on a Sunday afternoon.
I guess we can call it even.
Nov 23, 2015
Nov 23, 2015 at 11:38 AM UTC
I crave dissection
Anatomical perhaps, but no.
Just a peek
The slightest glimpse of the glow.
Take me far beyond any other
Start gentle
Then build this further.
End hard.
I crave the soft brown
Your eyes
The way you held it down
My heart
Caress my body whole
Leave
Keep from my soul
Physical
I crave the world I found
You
Bring me far above the ground
Love.
Hands and hard breathing
Moan
No love no meaning
Lust.
Sep 2, 2015
Sep 2, 2015 at 12:35 AM UTC
You spread both my legs
Like preparing sandwich
Then you touch what's
Between my thighs
Until it's dripping
Oh, so wet
As you kiss my lips
Like sipping your
Morning tea
Until I forgot all the rest
Cause you eat me up
From my bottom
To my chest
May 23, 2015
May 23, 2015 at 3:34 AM UTC
My whole body is the blank canvas
And your soft tongue is the brush
Both of us wear nothing tonight
But moans and sighs
Our racing heartbeats
Create pleasure symphony
While the heat and our sweat
Echoes like trumpets
I barely hear Mocca sings
When you breathe louder
Than their guitar strings
Yet when we stick like glue
I can listen to your skin
Screaming 'I love you'
And on your back
My claws draw
Calligraphy and tattoo
Painting 'I love you too'
May 7, 2015
May 7, 2015 at 1:45 PM UTC
Swear my name
let it bleed from your lips
let your eyes take a sip
as you return your hips
to mine
Apr 14, 2015
Apr 14, 2015 at 5:55 PM UTC
I am the rhythm
You are the touch
it wouldn't take much
to make some exquisite love.
Feb 24, 2015
Feb 24, 2015 at 11:55 PM UTC