#thigh
The maps on my thigh tell the nights I’ve survived,
The quiet battles where I’ve barely arrived.
Each line a memory, a storm I’ve contained,
A hidden place where my sorrow remained.
I scream in silence, I fight in the dark,
A secret war leaving its mark.
No one can see it, no one can know,
The maps on my thigh are the pain I show.
Mar 18
Mar 18, 2026 at 7:15 PM UTC
There's a strange hand with
pointing fingers on my thigh --
and it excites me.
Nov 3, 2023
Nov 3, 2023 at 3:28 AM UTC
Loving you is all I want.
Laying on your chest
with a shaky softness.
The way your electricity collides with my skin.
Your hands, gently exploring.
Your breath comes across my back.
Lovely are your words,
finding their way to my
lips.
Your body pressing against
mine.
Curving your shoulder, slightly.
Your fingertips brushing around my waist, like
waves washing over me.
The feeling of your teeth soft against my neck
Tonight we're a sea, your rocky rhythm taking
me down,
deeper.
Arching my back to meet your moves.
My bare skin singing for your warmth.
And you savor my thighs.
Gentle are intentions.
You trace your tongue along my hips,
planting flowers with your
lips.
Gripping cold silk,
your breath comes
hot against my neck.
My mind pulses with
the thrilling thought of you
rolling over in
sheets of
infinity.
Skipping a beat,
your
heart
gives in.
Leaving fingerprints on our skin
like beestings, and
I have never known a love
as sweet
as this.
Feb 24, 2021
Feb 24, 2021 at 12:47 AM UTC
the stitches in my thigh are
healing so now we can all shake hands
and watch the money
poor in. the bombs are not coming,
please come out from
under your desks, you are safe
now and if im being honest
the desks wouldn’t protect you
from the shrieks of a
war plane. they sound
like nothing you’ve
ever heard
a frequency you unlocked
just for this
particular pain. you can almost see
the sound pour into your ear drums
like a bartender mixing
the ***** and the cranberry.
it sounds like 6am
it sounds like the same song
over and over.
Nov 16, 2019
Nov 16, 2019 at 6:31 AM UTC
rolling drop of sweat
slowly slowly drops.
From the bottom of your breast
aiming straight it falls
On your thigh it tries to rest
But it's a sticky plummet
Nov 15, 2019
Nov 15, 2019 at 8:04 AM UTC
touch my thigh,
make me sigh,
as you ask why,
as i lie
and say "oh, nothing."
Sep 23, 2019
Sep 23, 2019 at 12:04 AM UTC
Some days,
I do the slicing.
Others you do.
Regardless
It hurts,
Hurts like hell
On my thigh
Or
On my heart
The blood still runs
Red
Deep scarlet red.
But you
Don't know that,
Do you?
May 20, 2019
May 20, 2019 at 1:53 AM UTC
Put your head on my shoulder
Whisper in my ear
Baby
Words I want to hear
Tell me
Tell me that you love me too
Put your hand on my thigh now
Get my Snapchat
Baby
Send a pic like that
Show me
Show me you wanna **** too
Nov 12, 2018
Nov 12, 2018 at 12:12 AM UTC
And so If I
Hold you up against the wall
And press my lips against your neck
To try and feel your heartbeat resonating
Through your arteries
To see if your pulse is constant or a wreck
Would you move to push me off you
Or would you move closer towards my lips
Would it be wrong if we indulged in this
Even though for now you're his
And if I
Bit down on your lips
Pressed my tongue inside your cheek
Would it make you hate me
Would it make you weak
Could I take your breath away
Make it hard for you to speak
Give you all of my attention
Pretend that you're unique
If I
Slide my hand above your knee
And pull you closer by your thigh
Will you drop the innocent look
Stop acting like you're shy
Or will you continue to pretend
Say that I'm nothing but a friend
Act like this will be the last time
When you don't intend to let this end
Aug 10, 2018
Aug 10, 2018 at 11:14 AM UTC
i hope to one day
find love so strong
that i see the streets
as pavement. and not
the spaces around
my shoes.
id love to tell you
all about the mountains,
but the truth is
i dont care.
not yet anyway.
a mountain is just
something else
i cant enjoy on my own.
leave a knife
in your thigh and
try to write about
anything else.
until real love
hits me like a hook
to the nose
ill live in hopes quicksand.
sinking with a smile.
Aug 8, 2018
Aug 8, 2018 at 1:01 AM UTC
Thigh gaps,
Wide or narrow space,
Funny how,
The gap between your legs,
justifies whether you're
perfectly shaped or unfit
just by the distance
of your thighs.
I truly wonder how
the objectification
of women started
with a simple spread of
her beautifully shaped legs
from calling her a ****
to calling her fat.
you seem to have
many names from
just staring at the
legs her mother gave.
if I really have to say,
who are you to
judge that anyway?
Dec 14, 2017
Dec 14, 2017 at 11:30 AM UTC
if we walk together,
i will leave the hand
closest to you out
of my pocket in case
you want to hold it.
but i remember how you
told me you want to
feel up my thighs.
i will sit next to you instead
and place your hand on my thigh.
you make me tremble.
Sep 18, 2017
Sep 18, 2017 at 2:56 PM UTC
darling
my love
please don't leave
i want your gentle kisses
i want your hand on my thigh
i want your eyes on me
i want your beautiful words
of love
and poetry
forever
Jul 31, 2017
Jul 31, 2017 at 10:35 PM UTC
what are we, i ask myself
i own
no statement
only feeble questions
i see your blushing face asleep on trash
but i could never see my freezing heart
at ease at the fire's eager edge, only in it
now i offer life anew at your brick and mortar altar
where once i'd incinerate my own skin
maybe if i pray hard, i'll pray your apathy away
when words are all i have to give
it's the most fitting gift to receive
i suppose
so
when i consign my primal urge to dead space
i consign in full view of destinies lost
grow dead to human touch
sniffing all the lacquer off your short nails
quick to bed, while high i await morning's rise
wakeful through the night, tooth to lip
my wanting hand
silently crawls
my tender thigh
Jun 19, 2017
Jun 19, 2017 at 2:18 AM UTC
I'd give anything
For you
To tell me I'm not crazy.
For you
To
Magnetically
place your hand
On my thigh,
While looking me in the eye,
And sweetly utter the words
"I NEED you too"
To feel the passionate confirmation
Passing from your lips to mine,
As that last color of my soul
Is shaded in by your
Bravery and truth.
Together we can shine.
Together we can conquer.
Together we belong.
Mar 21, 2017
Mar 21, 2017 at 1:13 AM UTC
afternoon kisses
hand grazing over your thigh
naughty intentions
Aug 13, 2016
Aug 13, 2016 at 8:59 PM UTC
My eyes are dryin up again. You play with my hair and I'm in heaven. Little girls shouldn't be drinking but I want to feel alive. Anyway It's just for tonight.
The happiness runs in your bloodstream. Your hair in my hands, gives off a gleam. I wanted to help you feel alive your whole life, but it seems I've only been given a single night.
I'm hyped up to a song I don't know. My body's blue cause I'm getting cold. Getting high off your vibes. Maybe I'll give you two nights...
The ambience dissapears, I felt different. My mind and body became belligerent. I was lost in ecstasy from your touch. I was lost on what caused this rush.
Vision blurry and my words are slurry. I don't know if I should drive home. But my parents are waiting for their good girl. I think i need another happy pill. Or maybe just the touch of you. Hands on my thighs send shivers down my spine.
The good girl in your vanished that night. I'd dream of waking up to your smile at first light. My wandering hands could place on a million thighs. But it is yours that it lingers afraid to caress.
Muscles aching for your finger tips. Eyes closed I search for your lips. Legs and arms wrapped up in ecstasy. You and me are at the world's best feeding frenzy.
You're right. The good girl is gone.
Jun 13, 2016
Jun 13, 2016 at 3:59 AM UTC
The barbie doll lost her hands
They were cut off by society's demands
Starting from the fingers, they were easiest
A waist larger then a twig just wouldn't fit
So chop, chop, chop went the first finger along with her meals
Touching limbs, no thigh gap
Another two fingers thrown up in the toilet at 2am
Painted her face too much, too little
Chop, chop, chop goes two more
Another budget spent on fixing her hair
Ripped out another finger in an anxiety attack
Pressure, pressure to give in
She gives him her body and he takes two more fingers
Hunger pains, you still can't see her hips
She swallows the finale two fingers along with cotton
He takes her palms with him as she leaves
All she has is a broken body and empty limbs
A perfect doll
Mar 5, 2016
Mar 5, 2016 at 10:04 PM UTC
"Your shapely, bootylicious thighs,
carved columns of lubricious butter,
shouldn't be left without gently caressed,
til covered all over with ruddy marks of desire,
just strawberry goosebumps for ignorant others"
When she snuggles closer to him, from the seat next,
as the train rocks and they rub,when gathering speed,
she sporting a marvelous mini dress engrossing his libido,
he whispers to her, who was all ears, "But my real object
of focus is the truth, that lurks where your thighs meet"
Feb 18, 2016
Feb 18, 2016 at 7:06 AM UTC
Bag-drop. Check-in.
Hyphenated. Two syllables.
Security. A fat Scottish man,
A gentle caress of the inner thigh.
I retch violently.
Boarding, disembarking.
All I want in life is the back door.
Jul 13, 2015
Jul 13, 2015 at 1:43 AM UTC
the scars on my wrist, they never lasted
it's as if they knew they were vulnerable
yet every little line of hate is visible on my thigh
it's as if they knew they were a well kept secret
May 6, 2015
May 6, 2015 at 10:48 PM UTC
*and i just wanna feel
your hand on my thigh,
and your lips on my neck,
and your love in my bones.*
Nov 29, 2014
Nov 29, 2014 at 1:43 PM UTC