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Paige 2d
I grew wings
At the sides of my teeth
I flew words
Long before I could speak
I made a bed
Of all you meant to me
Yet here I stand
Alone , in these sheets
So find my peace
In what's left of me
Walk her pain
Through the kiss on her cheek
Feel my tears
As you hold her hand
Take me back to that foreign land
Where you loved me
Paige Feb 22
There was this thing  you did
Your lips would twitch before you smile
It made you look so lost so fragile
There was thing you did
Your body a trembling mess
As my hands explored the abyss of your silence
There was this thing you did
Your eyes dilated as we fed off the high of our energies
You my only remedy
There was this thing you did
Unintentionally wooling my clarify into pure desire
And dancing to the sounds of my pure want
For you
For us
There was this thing you did
Watch me spill the glass of my love in your hands
Without warning as you watched it fall right through
All because of those things you do
Paige Feb 19
Uncanny
Time scales
Dancing in the centre of a sandstorm
Dust filling your eyes
Words I had heard before
"I love her more than you"
Back in the abyss we go
Back in the storm...
You could have left me in the desert
Dry and alone
Paige Feb 18
The words feel heavier when they're standing before you
You feel your throat swell and your tongue twist
As hard liquor feeds at your cavities
Finally the courage to word your pain
But no one likes a  sober man , who swallows liquor to comfort the strain
Paige Feb 14
Quenched at the wonders of your realm
Feathers crips on your chin
A chest heaving tortures of its time
Words hither from within
Doom fitted in your shoes
A harsh caress of sunlight on her back
Everlasting yet so quick to disappear
Promises shifting through your crooked teeth
Flesh dancing at the back seat of your Bentley
Hardened strokes of innocence  fading from existence
A fleeting being of chaos
Adorned by whispers of paradise
Pretty compliments coarsing your parched throat
Womanhood softening your calloused hands
Pleasure twisting within the veins
Fallen , we have fallen from grace
Reincarnation of a bliss to horrid to taint with our mortality
We were angels eager to break our chain and fall from heaven
Fortunate to have met
Yet Sinking in the disdain of our departure
I'm sure we'll meet again
By heaven
By hell
Or thy holy father
Or the strained curse of Lucifer's misfortune
Taken with two stones and one rock
A mouthful of prayer and eternities of sin
Joyous at the righteousness
Eager to bend the spine of his word
Fortune gracing her bust
Solitude wrapped around her neck
Fresh berries crushed between her breath
A sigh of content
Silence speaking in the presence of the Lord
Grace reaching its final peak
Snatched! Taken before recieved
Eyes pooling at the edge of their carnal nature
No deserves such holy pleasure
Says the devil to the fallen angel
Paige Feb 3
Drowning in an abyss of comfort
Disrupted by the misfortune of chaos
Paige Feb 3
If you were to ask me how I'd imagined my first , I'd say with a person I love , but I've read too many books to spare you the exception, instead id say

I want it to feel like a whisper
A gentle caress as teeth graze against my skin
Words dancing at my lips but all that is heard is a moan
I'd want it to torture the corners of my mind
As I am struck by this feeling of pure bliss
No don't rush me
This is my first
Id want it to feel like the bending of the breeze against the surface of an ocean
As my currents  split
And I am finally theirs
Id want it to feel like a rush of fresh air
As my spine twists within the horizon
Stars disappearing within my eyes
As my sighs are silenced by the dawn
I'd want it to feel like my first step
An uncertainty tainting my innocence
As their hands dig into my skin
Thoughts of our future hidden within the tint of our cheeks
As we hardly knew what we were doing
Even with it all
I'd want it to feel like we're in love
But we share an underlying hatred
For finally giving into something we'd know would destroy us
Like I've sworn at the stars I have read to many books
But still I'd want it to feel like a bath of cold water
As the coolness stings at my *******
And all I can depend on is our air
I'd want it to feel like fresh candle wax
As their fingers dig into my airway
And all that's left of me is all that I am in front of them
I'd want it to feel like a scene from a French movie
Temptations dancing on the tips of our tongues
As they shade every part of my skin
With their undying desire
I'd want it to feel like a poem
That searches every hidden meaning within my pleasurable sighs
As they give a whole knew meaning
To read me like a book
I'd want it to feel like a bare canvas
Waiting to smother our torture
As we paint its walls with our lust
And fear the pressure building in our cores
Id want it to feel like my body had known no pain
As we get lost in the abyss of our human nature
But all I can say is ,
Fear consumes my heart
That what if my first
Ends with me not telling love and lust apart
Sorry this feels Sooo long
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