"caresss" poems
You know that feeling!?
When your breathing stops,
But your heart still races.
When your eyes are closed,
But you can still see what's going on around you.
That's what it's like being with Him.
When his hands caresss yours.
And his touch of the soft tender skin.
Make you love his skin.
When he turns you away from Him,
But you know exactly what his expression is.
Trying to satisfy a never ending thirst.
Hoping you've done well when He doesn't look at you after.
A never-ending cycle of love,
And disgust Disgust,
to lust From lust to loving Never ending.
Always repeating and eating at me.
Making tears, laughter, moans,
And those little kisses you wish you could have.
But, no I don't want to kiss you.
I want to breath all of me into yours.
And want to fill your whole body
With my love and passion.
But here I am.
Reliving those moments when we were together.
Remembering your goodbye with an ached heart.
Smirking at your smile.
Laughing at your squeaky voice.
Loving your lovely vibes.
Looking deep into your universe alike eyes.
Speaking to his voice.
His voice , that , Like a black hole
draws all of me In a massive cortex.
And now.
I wish.
I wish you to.
Find a single beauty in me.
Just the way I find my whole universe in you.
My whole Universe.
Which is my drug.
That kills me each time
It makes me live more.
I want you to know these feels.
But here I am, Only reliving them.
With an open heart.
Hoping one day.
You will find your universe in me.
And then what it would be
To have your and mine universe intertwine.
In a graceful gleam of forever.
Jun 14, 2016
Jun 14, 2016 at 4:26 PM UTC
Your pain, I taste it on my tongue and roll it around in my mouth
mixing it with my own agony to create a sweetness
that is simply unfathomable.
You join me in the night and listen to my giggles
cackling and breathless playing
As the southern breeze passses over my thighs
you feel it upon your hand, a gentle caresss
I gasp, and realize that you are with me
Turning to and fro flitting between the trees
My eyes are wide, I feel you here.
Weaving between the borders of evergreen
grasping the limbs and pushing them aside.
My heart races and I catch a glimpse of something
then it is gone
Jun 25, 2010
Jun 25, 2010 at 1:03 PM UTC
Heaven looks on as love continues to woo hate
Will it their suffering alleviate?
Who teaches love what door to knock on
And who answers the door when terror on the night's wing is borne?
When you first met, everything seemed to
make love to your five senses
The taste, sight, feel, voice and smell of
everything around your beloved seemed
to caresss the very core of your being and without wanting to
you found yourself drawn to this creature whose existence you
Had no prior knowledge of.
And so like Adam you went to sleep
But you couldn't sleep long enough to
Allow Him fashion a gift for you out of you.
You were restless, your garden lay fallow, untended to and deserted.
Since proverbs31 was never a criteria for your selection
love you said was like designer clothing and since she was no Victoria secrets
This package you intended to present to yourself openly.
And so you became the giver and the receiver
Leaving no room for a blessing to find expression.
For your kisses were presented to her without a hallelujah.
And when she accepted them she doubted the authenticity
But who cared anyway? It was the age of fairytale marriages.
Love! Yes love was sufficient to keep.
But didn't we all think so until Eve ate the apple?
Still , the marriage must hold for all have been invited.
After all, we'll learn later...google.
And so we all ate and wished the couple a "happy life"
Becoming partakers of a lifetime of regret
How awful or was it? The wine we drank tasted happy
and the music was sweet.
Now the wedding is over and he knows
That the devil also wears prada.
Chained to a lifetime of regrets and loveless affiliation
How did the marriage he dreamt of become the marriage he cursed?
She looked at him and tossed the pen to him.
The divorce papers were ready to be signed the lawyer told them.
But before the pen kissed the sheet they awoke with a start.
They had fallen asleep in the marriage counselor's couch..
A glimpse of the future was enough to make a decision...the marriage was called off
And back to the garden they went to learn how the first marriage began.
Oct 10, 2015
Oct 10, 2015 at 4:29 AM UTC