#tingling - Hello Poetry

~for only love poetry~ Rip the clothes off~ a new poem spurting, ascending, peaking, the pleasured perfection of its conception, reaching the climactic of The End without ever those terribly wonderful words spoken, just gasped the but of the best, nonetheless, the caress of, the raw tingling touch of, when, when you commence the secondary seconds of its reimagining when editing! and you can see the imprint of every kiss, the sticky shadows of the dried sweat drops, the ah ha of every letter’s moment, the minute errors removed, the silliness of hurried fumbling, the less than perfect smoothed away, the poem scratches of the rushes of passion, healed making wonderful into great even heightening the peaks, the best into perfect, remembering it later exactly likely that like you knew it always forever just like that The retouching is the reliving, La retouche, c'est la reviviscence! <nml> 3:31am of course! of course, Fri Feb 20 Twenty Twenty Six 3 Adar 5786 Sabbath Eve Erev Shabbat

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Feb 20

Feb 20, 2026 at 3:24 AM UTC

nat-lipstadt

EDITING: Retouching the caress of, the raw tingling of, when

~for only love poetry~ Rip the clothes off~ a new poem spurting, ascending, peaking, the pleasured perfection of its conception, reaching the climactic of The End without ever those terribly wonderful words spoken, just gasped the but of the best, nonetheless, the caress of, the raw tingling touch of, when, when you commence the secondary seconds of its reimagining when editing! and you can see the imprint of every kiss, the sticky shadows of the dried sweat drops, the ah ha of every letter’s moment, the minute errors removed, the silliness of hurried fumbling, the less than perfect smoothed away, the poem scratches of the rushes of passion, healed making wonderful into great even heightening the peaks, the best into perfect, remembering it later exactly likely that like you knew it always forever just like that The retouching is the reliving, La retouche, c'est la reviviscence! <nml> 3:31am of course! of course, Fri Feb 20 Twenty Twenty Six 3 Adar 5786 Sabbath Eve Erev Shabbat

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I've got a few hundred reasons why We should get together, Purely to spend a night in each others company. You wpuld have to ignore my blushing, as I try to remember, all of your places of pleasure... and while I drift into my minds cinema simply to picture the sounds of delights you once would whimper, watching me trace my lips along the outline of your defined collarbone, down.down. my mouth moved south your ******* and slowly down again... ribs, hips... fixated on the object of our shared desire -- yes, that same treasure I've buried in depths, where no amount of Psychology or hypnotherapy Could ever uncover and unfuck the trauma found in my chests hollow cavity. ××× I've got a few hundred reasons why We should get together, Purely to spend a night in each others company. Naturally our tendencies of stimulating simulations where our insatiable, instant gratification dependency Will undoubtedly throw us into a state of pure ecstasy. One hundred reasons why you should kiss me, with the taste of your essence all over my face. Reading my ***** mind I'm these lines, tell me, do you feel your heartbeat quickening do you enjoy the quivering and the appropriately inappropriatel pulsating, tingling as your muscles rapidly, uncontrollably begin contracting? And still another one hundred reasons to tell you that more amd more frequently I spend nights in cold sweats thinking about our drunken pillow caged knockout love tussling? I have one hundred reasons and one hundred more... I feel confidently desperately unsure That I would ever convice you to even consider spending the night alongside me and my reasons by the thousands. But if you ever did, or do, I'm confidently sure that you would end up staying one more after it all. And from there, I confidently believe that those nights would be repeated indefinitely as we find ourselves facing daily reminders "why". recurring like clockwork they'll surface hundreds and hundreds , maybe / probably more.. Today we might say its natural that we fell out of touch While we pluck answers from out of touch blog articles and astrologically lost , non-renewable pseudo-sources. One hundred days ago I said goodbye And every single day Since I've had to lie "Pretend that I'm fine." One hundred nights spent missing how your mind would arouse me Until your body doused the flames Sparked by the paradoxically fire-fighting goddess gifted with ungodly pyrotechnically arsonist abilities. One hundred reasons why this letter is a mess and one I'm sure enough to confidently admit I'll regret more intensely by the day without response or replies. But more than pride and all the rest... One thousand reasons why I would never forgive myself if I didn't try, this time (and maybe one hundred more). I've got no reason to love, and hundreds why I'd be better off not to. Yet lovee exists in transcendence, a place without reason or reasons, which above all is the reason for my hundreds of reasons. Ps, I'm posting this letter because the blue ticks and read receipts would **** me. If you never write back, I'll spend a lifetime cursing the postal service which failed me, and thereby fated me to a lonely (postman hating) destiny. X

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Feb 1

Feb 1, 2026 at 4:39 PM UTC

Che-vouix

100 reasons (a love letter)

I've got a few hundred reasons why We should get together, Purely to spend a night in each others company. You wpuld have to ignore my blushing, as I try to remember, all of your places of pleasure... and while I drift into my minds cinema simply to picture the sounds of delights you once would whimper, watching me trace my lips along the outline of your defined collarbone, down.down. my mouth moved south your ******* and slowly down again... ribs, hips... fixated on the object of our shared desire -- yes, that same treasure I've buried in depths, where no amount of Psychology or hypnotherapy Could ever uncover and unfuck the trauma found in my chests hollow cavity. ××× I've got a few hundred reasons why We should get together, Purely to spend a night in each others company. Naturally our tendencies of stimulating simulations where our insatiable, instant gratification dependency Will undoubtedly throw us into a state of pure ecstasy. One hundred reasons why you should kiss me, with the taste of your essence all over my face. Reading my ***** mind I'm these lines, tell me, do you feel your heartbeat quickening do you enjoy the quivering and the appropriately inappropriatel pulsating, tingling as your muscles rapidly, uncontrollably begin contracting? And still another one hundred reasons to tell you that more amd more frequently I spend nights in cold sweats thinking about our drunken pillow caged knockout love tussling? I have one hundred reasons and one hundred more... I feel confidently desperately unsure That I would ever convice you to even consider spending the night alongside me and my reasons by the thousands. But if you ever did, or do, I'm confidently sure that you would end up staying one more after it all. And from there, I confidently believe that those nights would be repeated indefinitely as we find ourselves facing daily reminders "why". recurring like clockwork they'll surface hundreds and hundreds , maybe / probably more.. Today we might say its natural that we fell out of touch While we pluck answers from out of touch blog articles and astrologically lost , non-renewable pseudo-sources. One hundred days ago I said goodbye And every single day Since I've had to lie "Pretend that I'm fine." One hundred nights spent missing how your mind would arouse me Until your body doused the flames Sparked by the paradoxically fire-fighting goddess gifted with ungodly pyrotechnically arsonist abilities. One hundred reasons why this letter is a mess and one I'm sure enough to confidently admit I'll regret more intensely by the day without response or replies. But more than pride and all the rest... One thousand reasons why I would never forgive myself if I didn't try, this time (and maybe one hundred more). I've got no reason to love, and hundreds why I'd be better off not to. Yet lovee exists in transcendence, a place without reason or reasons, which above all is the reason for my hundreds of reasons. Ps, I'm posting this letter because the blue ticks and read receipts would **** me. If you never write back, I'll spend a lifetime cursing the postal service which failed me, and thereby fated me to a lonely (postman hating) destiny. X

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Music blasting, Skin tingling, Face frozen, Eyes cold. Am I dead yet?

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Oct 29, 2020

Oct 29, 2020 at 3:21 PM UTC

Sup

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Music blasting, Skin tingling, Face frozen, Eyes cold. Am I dead yet?

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Listen. Can't you hear the creak of the floorboards? Can't you hear the faint call of a name? The house still thinks you're there; The rooms still think you're breathing. Listen. Can't you hear the crunch of the frost coated grass? Can't you hear the turn of the engine? (Roaring to life) The earth still thinks you step there. The car still thinks you drive there. Feel it? Can't you feel the sweat building up between tightly grasped hands? Can't you feel the head so gently laid upon your arm? The hands still think you're coming back-- The heart still thinks you're beating together. The image of you and her dancing barefoot throughout the house still flashes. The sound of you and her whispers still linger. The feeling of you and her still in love is there. Remember? The sound of the radio still statics in and out. The feeling of warm love still beats inside. The sight of a smile and laughter still is engraved in the mind. Remember? You and her together. You and her forever. Remember? She remembers. She still sees you dancing through the house. She still hears you whispering love melodies. She still feels you there with her, Lingering, tingling, staying forever-- Haunting her.

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Dec 3, 2019

Dec 3, 2019 at 10:31 PM UTC

riaflowers

Haunting

Listen. Can't you hear the creak of the floorboards? Can't you hear the faint call of a name? The house still thinks you're there; The rooms still think you're breathing. Listen. Can't you hear the crunch of the frost coated grass? Can't you hear the turn of the engine? (Roaring to life) The earth still thinks you step there. The car still thinks you drive there. Feel it? Can't you feel the sweat building up between tightly grasped hands? Can't you feel the head so gently laid upon your arm? The hands still think you're coming back-- The heart still thinks you're beating together. The image of you and her dancing barefoot throughout the house still flashes. The sound of you and her whispers still linger. The feeling of you and her still in love is there. Remember? The sound of the radio still statics in and out. The feeling of warm love still beats inside. The sight of a smile and laughter still is engraved in the mind. Remember? You and her together. You and her forever. Remember? She remembers. She still sees you dancing through the house. She still hears you whispering love melodies. She still feels you there with her, Lingering, tingling, staying forever-- Haunting her.

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One minute fine, The next minute not, It may be freezing cold, But my brain is boiling hot. The tingling sensation, And then the trembling starts, I cannot feel my legs, Yet how I feel my heart! The environment is spinning, The air is getting thin, No matter how fast I breathe, I cant get enough oxygen in. Things enter my mind, I try to force them out, But the harder I try, The more they come back and shout. I feel im going to faint, Im feeling so sick, I cannot run away, All my legs let me do is sit. My legs get weak and heavy, My brain doesnt know whats going on, Everything becomes something to fear, The floor, my clothes, hair... and so on. My mouth is dry like paper, My body is sweating yet cold, Where did all of this come from? Is this what its like to get old? My body feels frozen, But my brain is running around, Playing tricks on me, Where there is no danger to be found. Breathing exercises dont work Though they make sense normally, In the moment of panic - You lose all sense of reality. The images enter your mind, You try to force them out, But the harder you try, The more they refuse to get out. Everything becomes a danger, I will say one more time, Every object becomes a weapon, And slices through your mind. The nausea causes more panic, The panic responds with more nausea, What a horrific cycle, How to stop it I have no idea. ****** functions fail, The digestive system especially, But now your afraid of the toilet (!) Though you need it in a hurry. The trembling is so intense, The fear so intense, You struggle to make a call, Your mind and body losing control. Diazepam becomes your best friend, You'd worship it if you could, Its often there to save the day, ..Although at other times you just wish it would... The adrenal glands are to blame, Im not the Adrenalin rush kind, My adrenal glands are evil, How can they be so cruel and unkind?! I dont like my adrenal glands, Im an ***** donar - but if I die please be warned, DO NOT TAKE THE ADRENAL GLANDS, ...then again, with the right brain, they could be your friends? Its the "brain- adrenal gland" combination, Which is of the ********* kind, Perhaps if brain sent out the right signals, My adrenal glands might understand. There is a time and place for adrenalin, I have sampled many myself, But this is just not one of them... Yet - subconcious brain fears itself... That is it.....the brain "fears itself"...

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Feb 12, 2019

Feb 12, 2019 at 8:16 PM UTC

nomkhumbulwa

In the Words of a Panic Attack

One minute fine, The next minute not, It may be freezing cold, But my brain is boiling hot. The tingling sensation, And then the trembling starts, I cannot feel my legs, Yet how I feel my heart! The environment is spinning, The air is getting thin, No matter how fast I breathe, I cant get enough oxygen in. Things enter my mind, I try to force them out, But the harder I try, The more they come back and shout. I feel im going to faint, Im feeling so sick, I cannot run away, All my legs let me do is sit. My legs get weak and heavy, My brain doesnt know whats going on, Everything becomes something to fear, The floor, my clothes, hair... and so on. My mouth is dry like paper, My body is sweating yet cold, Where did all of this come from? Is this what its like to get old? My body feels frozen, But my brain is running around, Playing tricks on me, Where there is no danger to be found. Breathing exercises dont work Though they make sense normally, In the moment of panic - You lose all sense of reality. The images enter your mind, You try to force them out, But the harder you try, The more they refuse to get out. Everything becomes a danger, I will say one more time, Every object becomes a weapon, And slices through your mind. The nausea causes more panic, The panic responds with more nausea, What a horrific cycle, How to stop it I have no idea. ****** functions fail, The digestive system especially, But now your afraid of the toilet (!) Though you need it in a hurry. The trembling is so intense, The fear so intense, You struggle to make a call, Your mind and body losing control. Diazepam becomes your best friend, You'd worship it if you could, Its often there to save the day, ..Although at other times you just wish it would... The adrenal glands are to blame, Im not the Adrenalin rush kind, My adrenal glands are evil, How can they be so cruel and unkind?! I dont like my adrenal glands, Im an ***** donar - but if I die please be warned, DO NOT TAKE THE ADRENAL GLANDS, ...then again, with the right brain, they could be your friends? Its the "brain- adrenal gland" combination, Which is of the ********* kind, Perhaps if brain sent out the right signals, My adrenal glands might understand. There is a time and place for adrenalin, I have sampled many myself, But this is just not one of them... Yet - subconcious brain fears itself... That is it.....the brain "fears itself"...

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A Fix Burn Comforting Fluttering Itching Need Pain Piercing Pressure Stabbing Tingling -still- It's either euphoric or revolting, what some would call love.

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Sep 17, 2018

Sep 17, 2018 at 1:27 AM UTC

stopdoopy

Emotion

A Fix Burn Comforting Fluttering Itching Need Pain Piercing Pressure Stabbing Tingling -still- It's either euphoric or revolting, what some would call love.

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You kiss like it's going out of style. You kiss like you're already inside me. Heavy breaths, panting, arms and legs tingling. No need for words with kisses like those. Those kisses are poetry itself.

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Jun 11, 2018

Jun 11, 2018 at 3:40 AM UTC

JoBarb

To Kiss

You kiss like it's going out of style. You kiss like you're already inside me. Heavy breaths, panting, arms and legs tingling. No need for words with kisses like those. Those kisses are poetry itself.

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first of all I would like to apologize for my loving demands of utter complicated simplicity the extent of my complacent attitude can only last a few minutes before it is over and there are veins in my brain coursing with salt water apathetic towards nothing after the rain fell and all I could focus on were my legs intertwined with magic --funny isn't it, where you can find magic these days-- there were clouds behind my telltale eyes (not rain clouds but thunder) in the purest form secrets enveloped in my throat bound to my fragile jugular but the tips of my fingers are tingling like I am standing on the wing of an airplane and heights don't scare me as much anymore

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Oct 8, 2015

Oct 8, 2015 at 8:08 PM UTC

sweet-ridicule

first of all

first of all I would like to apologize for my loving demands of utter complicated simplicity the extent of my complacent attitude can only last a few minutes before it is over and there are veins in my brain coursing with salt water apathetic towards nothing after the rain fell and all I could focus on were my legs intertwined with magic --funny isn't it, where you can find magic these days-- there were clouds behind my telltale eyes (not rain clouds but thunder) in the purest form secrets enveloped in my throat bound to my fragile jugular but the tips of my fingers are tingling like I am standing on the wing of an airplane and heights don't scare me as much anymore

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I like to believe that ugly hands can create beautiful things that they can paint oceans wide and deep that they can scribble words that make the soul weep. I like to think that ugly hands, with darkened knuckles and twisted bones can make someone want to hold them and trace patterns, and leave tingling jolts. ***

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Nov 27, 2014

Nov 27, 2014 at 1:37 PM UTC

kailasha

Hand Prints

I like to believe that ugly hands can create beautiful things that they can paint oceans wide and deep that they can scribble words that make the soul weep. I like to think that ugly hands, with darkened knuckles and twisted bones can make someone want to hold them and trace patterns, and leave tingling jolts. ***

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As I look at short films based on love and happiness a feeling of pure want flows deeply into my chest and spreads through my whole body. To look at someone in their eyes and not give into my instinct of looking away is foreign. I miss the comfort of love. I miss the smile love creates. I miss the me that had someone to fight for, someone to defend. Someone to jump off a bridge for. when your in love the air is different, gravity changes, priorities change, love... I miss the person i was when i was in love. A non broken smile A filled heart I've been alone for quite some time now the only time i truly miss it all is when i see love in peoples eyes its crazy to me how when someone is truly in love you can actually see it in their eyes... i guess thats how powerful it all is I believe to have forced myself to forget how amazing it is to be in love i feel so dull now i feel so filled with everything that has to do with absolutely nothing without love we cease to have any purpose. i want to love a genuine pure honest and crazy love i remember what that feels like and its the best feelings i have ever felt. i want it. Butterflies relentless butterflies Flowing through my veins and making me weak to my knees Shortness of breath Tingling Invincibility like if nothing else in the world matters at that specific moment when you are looking into her eyes her oh so beautiful memorizing eyes Surrender Submission Forfeit to all the walls your monsters and your past have built in you for so long The end of the superficial world you live on the outside and the reemerging of the everything you are on the inside The universe within you that you work so hard to hide from others coming to light and making home in the visible world Being in love does all this to you Oh how i long for that greater power to infect my blood stream, unfreeze my heart, brake everything the monsters have built, and bring the real me to light so that the whole world can see that I'm still there One day I can't wait for that day

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Aug 10, 2014

Aug 10, 2014 at 1:53 AM UTC

julietescobar

Being in love

As I look at short films based on love and happiness a feeling of pure want flows deeply into my chest and spreads through my whole body. To look at someone in their eyes and not give into my instinct of looking away is foreign. I miss the comfort of love. I miss the smile love creates. I miss the me that had someone to fight for, someone to defend. Someone to jump off a bridge for. when your in love the air is different, gravity changes, priorities change, love... I miss the person i was when i was in love. A non broken smile A filled heart I've been alone for quite some time now the only time i truly miss it all is when i see love in peoples eyes its crazy to me how when someone is truly in love you can actually see it in their eyes... i guess thats how powerful it all is I believe to have forced myself to forget how amazing it is to be in love i feel so dull now i feel so filled with everything that has to do with absolutely nothing without love we cease to have any purpose. i want to love a genuine pure honest and crazy love i remember what that feels like and its the best feelings i have ever felt. i want it. Butterflies relentless butterflies Flowing through my veins and making me weak to my knees Shortness of breath Tingling Invincibility like if nothing else in the world matters at that specific moment when you are looking into her eyes her oh so beautiful memorizing eyes Surrender Submission Forfeit to all the walls your monsters and your past have built in you for so long The end of the superficial world you live on the outside and the reemerging of the everything you are on the inside The universe within you that you work so hard to hide from others coming to light and making home in the visible world Being in love does all this to you Oh how i long for that greater power to infect my blood stream, unfreeze my heart, brake everything the monsters have built, and bring the real me to light so that the whole world can see that I'm still there One day I can't wait for that day

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To Love is to have a faraway land, full to the brim of blue sky bliss, To kiss Is to have a chain reaction of tingling nerves, the taste of sweet champagne, To smile Brings happiness to every corner of your heart, to soar sky high with not a care in the world.

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Apr 28, 2014

Apr 28, 2014 at 12:31 AM UTC

AntoniaGrace

To love...

To Love is to have a faraway land, full to the brim of blue sky bliss, To kiss Is to have a chain reaction of tingling nerves, the taste of sweet champagne, To smile Brings happiness to every corner of your heart, to soar sky high with not a care in the world.

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