"entertwining" poems - Hello Poetry

I wish I could have stayed in bed all day today, Writing poems about entertwining fingers and tangled legs; About lips that never moisten themselves; About tickles that, abruptly, turn into caresses and lingering touches. I would have written about cuddles and tight ******** embraces that didnt require that "thing" they like to do most; About kisses that make you yearn for nothing less than a lifetime supply of Them. I, simply, wish I'd have just stayed in my room In my bed and Penned all morning about the complex simplicities of coexisting with Desire. I'd have written about how Competition was welcomed with unfurled arms, kissed and un-coated at the door. I'd have written about how it was welcomed as a third party to the bed; how we would vye for its approval and battle for 1st place as Best Giver of Love. ..But, instead, I'll just write a poem about the poem id have written had I just stayed in bed today.

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Jun 1, 2015

Jun 1, 2015 at 10:52 AM UTC

jo-schmo

Bed

I wish I could have stayed in bed all day today, Writing poems about entertwining fingers and tangled legs; About lips that never moisten themselves; About tickles that, abruptly, turn into caresses and lingering touches. I would have written about cuddles and tight ******** embraces that didnt require that "thing" they like to do most; About kisses that make you yearn for nothing less than a lifetime supply of Them. I, simply, wish I'd have just stayed in my room In my bed and Penned all morning about the complex simplicities of coexisting with Desire. I'd have written about how Competition was welcomed with unfurled arms, kissed and un-coated at the door. I'd have written about how it was welcomed as a third party to the bed; how we would vye for its approval and battle for 1st place as Best Giver of Love. ..But, instead, I'll just write a poem about the poem id have written had I just stayed in bed today.

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I think about you when it snows She whispers How the ice trickles down While the wind blows. When the rain starts to fall I think of your fingers Entertwining through my skin Only to forestall The actual sin. I think about you at nightfall When the darkness' a sheet The desire to be wrapped up in you Protect me from the sleet. I don't think of you in the sunshine Because life can't be that complete I need you to fill the void My sweet reinforced concrete.

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Mar 3, 2013

Mar 3, 2013 at 5:03 PM UTC

madi-1

Concrete

I think about you when it snows She whispers How the ice trickles down While the wind blows. When the rain starts to fall I think of your fingers Entertwining through my skin Only to forestall The actual sin. I think about you at nightfall When the darkness' a sheet The desire to be wrapped up in you Protect me from the sleet. I don't think of you in the sunshine Because life can't be that complete I need you to fill the void My sweet reinforced concrete.

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Your heart is a smoldering pit of magma a forest fire in your soul your eyes the burning log around your hot pupil coal & you melt me with the lightest touch, the faintest smile gives me a rush like the warm May breeze that tickles my skin sends comfort and serenity deep within sweet grass & ***** haze I could wrap myself in your enormous blaze I lose all the time in your presence unaware of all the passing days. It feels so right to be here tonight. completely engulfed by your flames. I never thought I could feel this much... My tiny heart, has never in this sense been touched. Being completely focused on another human being, learning their rhythm, entertwining our lives together- knitting each others torn hearts like an old warm sweater. I'll be by your side no matter what the weather I have yet to inform you, I never say forever But I want to feel this for the rest of my life you & I, together. ♡

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Mar 30, 2015

Mar 30, 2015 at 11:00 PM UTC

biyoekii

Slow Burning

Your heart is a smoldering pit of magma a forest fire in your soul your eyes the burning log around your hot pupil coal & you melt me with the lightest touch, the faintest smile gives me a rush like the warm May breeze that tickles my skin sends comfort and serenity deep within sweet grass & ***** haze I could wrap myself in your enormous blaze I lose all the time in your presence unaware of all the passing days. It feels so right to be here tonight. completely engulfed by your flames. I never thought I could feel this much... My tiny heart, has never in this sense been touched. Being completely focused on another human being, learning their rhythm, entertwining our lives together- knitting each others torn hearts like an old warm sweater. I'll be by your side no matter what the weather I have yet to inform you, I never say forever But I want to feel this for the rest of my life you & I, together. ♡

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I vaguely recall That afternoon Except the way Your eyes reflected the moon As the sun lingered Casting it's last goodbye It didn't pause to rest in your eyes Instead it merely evaporated Using the night as it's disguise I suppose it didn't think To cover up it's tracks For your expression captured the instant Before the sky turned black Entertwining with the remaining hues Cast behind the procession In subtle pinks and blues Only for a moment Would they survive For when the moon settles in Only your eyes remain alive Acting as a spotlight To your soul Yet when you blink Darkness devours you whole So as I reminisce I try to remember That beneath all the ashes The moon illuminates an ember

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May 10, 2011

May 10, 2011 at 8:25 PM UTC

meka-boyle

moon light

I vaguely recall That afternoon Except the way Your eyes reflected the moon As the sun lingered Casting it's last goodbye It didn't pause to rest in your eyes Instead it merely evaporated Using the night as it's disguise I suppose it didn't think To cover up it's tracks For your expression captured the instant Before the sky turned black Entertwining with the remaining hues Cast behind the procession In subtle pinks and blues Only for a moment Would they survive For when the moon settles in Only your eyes remain alive Acting as a spotlight To your soul Yet when you blink Darkness devours you whole So as I reminisce I try to remember That beneath all the ashes The moon illuminates an ember

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I could read your eyes like the simplest of children's books I knew the words you spoke as if I spoke them myself We were one in the same Our hearts broke together and we spent years piecing them back, together I know every crack of your skin, every vein in your body I know the scents that make you weak and the words that make you fall apart; and in return you knew my whole being We shared an unspoken connection -why didn’t that stop my weak faith? I was given a human to read me like I ached to be read yet I always knew that we would not remain If you asked me why I could not tell you I think you knew it too I'd catch your eye when those songs played while those voices spoke of yearning for a broken connection and I'd find them to be as wet as mine I admire your faith in us whether it was because you truly believed it or because you were afraid of the alternative I admire that you would confidently tell me that our bond would remain that we would only get better Right until the very end Maybe it was my fault that we didn't Maybe I wasn't meant to have someone like you, someone who stole away my independence and gave me another half Maybe I was meant to be surrounded by distant people for I wasn't ready We were sent to each other for a purpose for when we met we were both on the edge of breaking So we broke together our pieces entertwining themselves so as to not be alone

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Sep 25, 2017

Sep 25, 2017 at 10:28 PM UTC

nicoleg

a whole

I could read your eyes like the simplest of children's books I knew the words you spoke as if I spoke them myself We were one in the same Our hearts broke together and we spent years piecing them back, together I know every crack of your skin, every vein in your body I know the scents that make you weak and the words that make you fall apart; and in return you knew my whole being We shared an unspoken connection -why didn’t that stop my weak faith? I was given a human to read me like I ached to be read yet I always knew that we would not remain If you asked me why I could not tell you I think you knew it too I'd catch your eye when those songs played while those voices spoke of yearning for a broken connection and I'd find them to be as wet as mine I admire your faith in us whether it was because you truly believed it or because you were afraid of the alternative I admire that you would confidently tell me that our bond would remain that we would only get better Right until the very end Maybe it was my fault that we didn't Maybe I wasn't meant to have someone like you, someone who stole away my independence and gave me another half Maybe I was meant to be surrounded by distant people for I wasn't ready We were sent to each other for a purpose for when we met we were both on the edge of breaking So we broke together our pieces entertwining themselves so as to not be alone

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