#touch
I want to fill my mouth,
with your body, and
taste your existence
for all eternity.
Aug 21, 2016
Aug 21, 2016 at 9:24 PM UTC
Please Midas,
Take the golden gun
And shove the golden bullet
Right through my golden skin
And tell me a story about
"All that glitters.."
Aug 17, 2014
Aug 17, 2014 at 7:39 PM UTC
You used to tell me how you didn't like the way I lacked a sense of intimacy,
How I wouldn't hold you the way you wanted to be held,
The way she held you,
I wouldn't kiss you much in public,
So you didn't give me a chance to get away,
You would hold me tighter and my escape was found within the lock of our mouths,
I liked it,
But I always wondered what normal really is,
Were you like this with her or was she normal,
Do you crave the touch of women who lack the intimacy you desire, or do you simply like playing our little game,
As of late I've tried to touch you more, say words which feel like rosebuds,
So sweet and elegantly delicate,
And the more I show this foreign concept if an intimate relationship,
The more I fall in love,
The more I fall into your trap of smiles and fingers running through my hair,
The more I crave your kisses, your touch,
What happened to me?
Because darling,
I'm afraid.
Dec 10, 2014
Dec 10, 2014 at 9:28 PM UTC
I've witnessed a beauty
I can't describe
That speaks to my soul
As it swims through my eyes
The silent sounds
Sneak into my mind
The taste lingers on
Leaving sweetness behind
The scent creeps up
To slowly remind
Of the touch that once felt
Makes all else fade
Til only your beauty
Pure beauty remains
There's nothing else
Your beauty remains
Jul 24, 2018
Jul 24, 2018 at 12:35 PM UTC
Ah yes, the magic of human touch,
Trusting to warm my soul's skin
Tis nature of loves connection, as such.
My body accepts, oh if you only knew
Like an honored guest, I grin
Anticipating the pleasures, one of the few.
Skin to skin, our bodies converse.
Uninhabited, my mind wander
Deep inside, my craving thirsts.
Artful hands sculpt with purpose
Lulling layers open, you're quite the artist
Soothing caress melt my body formless
I'm yours, silently, I surrender.
As my flesh cries out for more
Arching waves of splendor
Rewarded my senses sated.
With newfound clarity reborn
Mind, body and spirit replenished.
I thank you for your gift of touch.
Lovingly, I would return the favor,
as such.
Oct 19, 2015
Oct 19, 2015 at 11:34 PM UTC
I Say "Hi"
A Beautiful Stranger
She Keeps Walking
We Pass By
I'm Just Looking
Corner Of My eye
Foxy Little Lady
She Is Sly
Lips Stay Sealed
They're My Alibi
Felt Your Eye
Gave A Reply
You Said "Hi"
Not Being Shy
I'm With Her
That's Your Guy
Our Little Secret
Eyes Don't Lie
My Beautiful Stranger
Walk On: Bye.
May 3, 2014
May 3, 2014 at 2:32 AM UTC
I am a moth
Whose wings are folded paper.
Sturdy enough to fly,
yet tears with the slightest touch.
I open my wings
So, you can see the patterns.
Let you see vulnerability
in exchange for nectar.
You see open wings
and grab them.
pluck the edges of the paper
and release me.
I am a moth
Whose wings are healing.
Every flight ends
with wings bleeding.
Thought you were a flower,
soft and sweet.
But you were a flame
burning holes
through me.
I try to fly
But your light burns too bright,
I'm blinded,
I fly straight through.
You burn my wings in two.
And
you
walk
away
while
I
scream.
Yet you told me
You loved moths
like me.
Only 15,
haunted by memory
of my wings
being ripped from me.
your handprint
burned into
where
my
wings
should
be.
Jan 31
Jan 31, 2026 at 11:28 PM UTC
i never got a chance to touch your body the way she did but i did touch you the way she couldn't
j.f
Mar 22, 2014
Mar 22, 2014 at 10:15 PM UTC
Touch me
I need to know I'm alive
Touch me
For the reminder that I'm loved
Touch me
with a hug of support
Touch me
for no reason
Touch me
I'll feel the most in my heart
Touch me
with your
words
hands
love
needs
gifts
nothing
all.
Jul 28, 2014
Jul 28, 2014 at 2:34 AM UTC
Ill always smile
when I think
about you.
Your soft touch,
your sweet smile,
your gentle laughter.
You give me hope;
hope about people
and about society.
Our paths crossed
for only a short while
but you made my
heart flutter,
you caught me
in a way I’ll always
remember.
-JRM
Feb 26, 2018
Feb 26, 2018 at 1:25 PM UTC
Complete;
That's what you make me when we touch.
Never;
That's how often touch me.
Happy;
That's what I'll never be.
Jun 15, 2014
Jun 15, 2014 at 4:21 PM UTC
A single dandelion seed could turn a desert into a beautiful garden, all it needs is someone to love it and look after it ~
Because the love of light is for all to bear, it is embracing, warm and gentle, life grows out of it to rejoice it's wonderful unique touch.
Seeing the desert one should note, that light can be cruel and harsh, scorching in heat while only trying to do what's right,
Leaving behind an almost lifeless part, it becomes the kiss of death,
In the end you get lost, blinded the luminousity which was once a gift
And by the night when it covers, you lost all fear of darkness,
It already became part of what you were anyway, you didn't belong,
Without turning your back you simply let the darkness consume you,
Yet don't you see, that the nights somber appearance holds the glory of crystal starlight; a river of countless of them form the milky way,
Perhaps you are but a blossoming flower, only blooming to the kindled brightness of tonights moon, dim, yet also filled with awe,
The love of light is for all to bear, but don't overdose yourself with it,
Otherwise, it will burn you up before it leaves you rotting.
~ Umi
May 12, 2018
May 12, 2018 at 6:07 PM UTC
your touch
it ignites my bones
it leaves me breathless
it leaves a trail of love that I once had
and I hope it will come back
Sep 14, 2014
Sep 14, 2014 at 12:37 PM UTC
Hands have a power,
unlike any other.
They can lend a hand,
Or hold people down.
Spend years to build cities,
Or press the button,
that destroys them.
They can touch and feel,
yet they can also strangle.
Our eyes give us two dimensions,
Hands give us the third.
But the real problem is,
That hands never hold enough hands.
Only because,
we are too busy,
holding them in fists.
Apr 10, 2014
Apr 10, 2014 at 8:36 PM UTC
she spoke to me
with a cold, hard voice
and i looked at her
like a sweet soft
touch on the bare skin,
and i loved her
just like that.
Apr 13, 2015
Apr 13, 2015 at 4:32 AM UTC
And monsoons,
will always be about our kisses,
wet and passionate,
your breath tickling my neck,
your fingers warm at my waist,
as rain drops soaked your hair,
and wet the front of my shirt,
the look in your eyes I will always remember,
of total surrender,
how you gave away everything you had
and how I held onto what little was left of me...
Jun 18, 2015
Jun 18, 2015 at 3:40 AM UTC
I yearn to feel that tingle
The slight brushing of your hand on my arm
Electric
Aug 7, 2014
Aug 7, 2014 at 2:31 AM UTC
*I want to touch you
I really want to
But I'm afraid
That I'll lose you
If I ever do...
I want to touch you
You always let me play
With your hair
But what if I said
That I want to touch you elsewhere...
I want to touch you
I want to stroke your cheek
While looking into your eyes
I wanna know how it feels
To feel your lips against mine....
I want to touch you
I really do
I wanna let my hands
Run all over you
To feel every muscle and every bone...
I want to touch you
And I want to feel you too
I want to feel your hands
All over me
Feeling my curves...
I want to touch you
Would you let me
If I asked you?
Or should I skip the asking
And then just do it?...
I want to touch you
To let my tongue
Tickle the edge of your ear
To let my hands
Run down between your legs...
I want to touch you
I want our bodies
To be tangled together
Let's make the neighbour angry
Because of the noises we're making...
I want to touch you
I want to press my body
Against yours
I want to stay close to you
For hours...
I want to touch you
I relly want to
But I fear
That I'll lose you
If I ever do...*
May 29, 2016
May 29, 2016 at 4:08 PM UTC
There’s I place I go to
When you cross my mind
It’s almost as if your still there
By my side
Whispering in my ear
Caressing my palm
We called it the bridge to nowhere
I remember meeting you there
Sitting near the end
Staring out towards the water
You approaching me
I remember looking up
At your perfect tanned face
Your messy dark hair
Your mesmerizing gold eyes
Casually wearing your football jersey.
I remember your simple hello
Your nervous chuckle
Your silly smile.
I remember smiling back
And inviting you to sit.
Our first meeting on the bridge to nowhere
I remember sneaking out after dark
To meet you there
Just to lay on the bare wooden boards
Staring at the moon
I remember the smell of flowers that spring
branches blooming nearby
The smell of smoke and spices
Forever embedded in your clothes.
I remember your singing
Sweet nothings
in Spanish
Softly in my ear
Entwined together on the bridge to nowhere
I remember your high school graduation
Your mother so proud
Your sister excited
Your father crying
I remember your first game in college
Your running onto the field
Pride and joy in your eyes
Though you didn’t play
Because of that sprained wrist
I remember your sweaty embrace
And your ramblings
of the game
Reviewing every play
Your eyes shimmering with excitement
Racing to the bridge to nowhere
I remember that call
Which changed my life
My heart stopped
I couldn’t think
I remember rushing
to the hospital
Crying with your little sister
Collapsed on the floor
I remember your bloodied face
Wrapped in linen
Tubes bursting from your chest
I wanted to race to the bridge to nowhere
I remember spending my nights
Curled by your side
Willing you to stay
Strong
I remember that endless tone
That said you were gone
I cried at the bridge to nowhere
I remember curling up in your hoodie
Smelling you
Pretending it was you
Your arms surrounding me
I remember lying by the stone
That recalled your name
Talking to you
Burning letters by the small candle
I remember cleaning out your room
With your mother and sister
Finding that little box by your bed
Your final gift to me
I opened it at the bridge to nowhere
I still go there sometimes
With a letter filled
With promises to you
And a flame by which to send it.
Dec 12, 2012
Dec 12, 2012 at 2:55 PM UTC
"*The smell of earth
The feeling of sand
The gentle touch of the sun
I long for the hum of your warmth
Weep for the thought of our lust
For whom does this world belong
We abuse of it
Smother it
Concealed by its every morning
As dense as the cloud, as weak as your spirit
The mountains still crave your sound
The sky still crave your look*"
by 9898xx
Dec 27, 2014
Dec 27, 2014 at 5:05 PM UTC
Blowing in the wind,
Smells of salt; a hazy mist,
Sands of time run through sands so fine,
Damp with the tide that crashed like a fist,
The sun on the horizon starts to fade.
Cold and crisp, we sift through the waves,
Capped ice; a foaming delight,
They fill the air with sounds so fair,
Our toes fall through the water like an anchor,
The light falls and the night reigns.
Fingers upon fingers, playing on their own,
We fall through the air; cutting the sky,
My back to the earth, yours to the moon,
Our gaze locks like lovers leading light between us,
The sounds of the world come alive.
A gentle caress against skin so soft,
A kindled embrace, rolling against sand so coarse,
Passions flair in the darkness, the night breathes heavy,
As the ocean kisses the sands, so too our lips,
Whispers and sighs cut through the crashing flood.
Apr 27, 2014
Apr 27, 2014 at 11:34 PM UTC