"pillowtalk" poems
Wrap your legs around me tonight,
he begs
Whisper to me through the web
His voice huskily beseeches
His eyes breathe pillowtalk whisper
fingertips feel a little bit crisper.
Which web, she murmers hungrily
The heat builds between them
as if there is even an in- between.
The cobwebs on my heart.
He groans and shifts and aches
for her sword of velvet to stab through
his doors of steel
Im a slave to you, you’re my heroine
i’ll shoot you up my arm
help me to feel free.
This I can do , her body replies
and its a kaleidoscope of de ja vu and fresh experience
An ocean view of Woman,
and masculine musk
A grave of endless ******
a playroom of opportunity Soon they can’t drown
they will drag against gravity and greet the sun but for now
it is all they can do to stay
afloat
Nov 15, 2011
Nov 15, 2011 at 6:06 PM UTC
it has been a long while since i felt comfort in this place.
for a short while there was only resentment and fear.
differing fingers, gently laced with clasped palms, say i missed you,
even if our whispered voices don't.
the sun rises with my chest at every inhalation.
your room is glowing with an aura, yellow-white and pure.
insomnia releases its hold on us.
there are no dreams here that can be described in words.
and as i drift on a lingering stream of consciousness,
i hum softly through my barely-smiling lips.
i could never think of myself as heartless as a siren—
my voice alone is not enough to sink a vessel
and somehow you're simply too handsome to shipwreck.
Jun 24, 2012
Jun 24, 2012 at 11:39 AM UTC
All flash
No substance
Dilettante
Wake up
Cold sweat
'That dream again honey?'
Pillowtalk spectre
Rolls over
Mar 25, 2015
Mar 25, 2015 at 10:21 AM UTC
we were so optimistic, or at least I was
which is a bigger deal than you will ever be
i was born into pessimism
breathing it, bathing in it
i was so optimistic, nothing like frank
nothing was normal
the only game we played was druno
it was all easy
it was all conversation
it was all like i wanted it
like i always wanted it
especially with you
always with you
since the beginning
when we would steal cones from roadside danger, cause we didn't care
about anyone else but us
it was all easy
it was all conversation
and pillowtalk, so much pillowtalk
like the beginning; just like the beginning
but i woke up to a smile this time
and lyrics in my head from the night that turned into day
i'll never forget your expression
and how there was more *** this time
and less ***** and less pills, and more us
but now you're so far away
like that morning i didn't want to come
the freckles on our noses that i like to keep close
the best friend i tried to protect
and the song that always reminds me of my mom
Sep 28, 2010
Sep 28, 2010 at 3:14 PM UTC
It's after the magic happens.
It's our own personal time, when time stops,
When our eyes make four, and in that moment my heart drops.
We understand that no place is better than here.
Where love in our hearts is the only imperative thing,
Our fingers entwine, I'm your Queen and you're my king.
Everything about you seems different, yet somehow still the same.
Here you have my heart, you can be the puppeteer,
I don't mind the submission, I'll gladly volunteer.
You have my undivided attention because the look we're giving each other cannot be divided.
Your body is warm like a summer's day,
I can't for the life of me explain this feeling in my chest, not even in the most simplest way.
I'm speaking but your eyes are focused on my lips.
Forgetting what I said, I'd rather not bother,
It's probably two minutes, maybe ten, but it feels like forever.
The emersion of the sun breaks our gaze.
Now it's that time again to cut our ties,
It's unfortunately time to say our goodbyes.
I yearn for our time once again.
With an aching heart I give you the final kiss,
You leave and the sweet smell of your perfume is stuck on my body, that I'll truly miss.
I look through the window.
You open the cardoor.
"Wait", I silently say, but you could hear me no more,
As you go to put one foot in, an abrupt pause I saw.
It's like your heart heard mine.
A sharp turn and there you run,
The sound of the door open proves that both our hearts beats to the same drum.
I stood there, and multiple the emotions hit me all at once.
You were like a cagged animal being set free,
Fright, happiness, excitment...all rapidly came over me.
In your arms you held me, as we manage to make it up the stairs.
The atmosphere is silent, cool and absolutely beautiful,
Your skin seems to glow more, I could see into your soul, it's wonderful.
Back to the bedroom we walked.
For after we made magic, we would pillowtalk.
~Gabbriella with 2 b's~
Apr 24, 2017
Apr 24, 2017 at 11:27 PM UTC
In my deepest of souls
I do not want to be owned,
Do not find pleasure in owning others,
Do not want to call or be called
by titles that ring false
such as mistress, goddess, or little girl,
Can not be loved as anything more or less
than a fellow traveler,
Love to tease, charm, chase, and impress,
but ultimately appreciate and wonder.
This bed of expectations
begins to scare me,
and I long for simpler times
of ***** pillowtalk, and first kisses.
Sep 9, 2018
Sep 9, 2018 at 5:46 AM UTC
Look, I know you're angry
I forgot to buy the milk for the
third time this month
and sometimes I
don't do enough, baby, I know.
I'm a curveball, but you're
sick of being blindsided.
We're going to end up breaking up or marrying, you know that?
I don't want to break up.
Then do you want to marry?
I don't want to marry either.
Then what are we doing? What are we-
Sometimes when
You kiss me in a thunderstorm,
like a prayer
like a sunrise
like the feeling of falling before
you're actually falling
like how we used to
I almost forget that we're
different people now.
No baby, it's not just pillowtalk,
I swear.
In this dream, my arms are
stretched like birds
my heart in your hands and
your name in my mouth-
God, will you just listen?
It's fine. Whatever. Go back to your phone.
It was just another
stupid metaphor for us
anyway.
Loving you is a
dead end street
but I don't care about
healthy
anymore.
In our backyard,
vines wrangle a sycamore tree
so tightly, you couldn't
sever one
without
the other.
Dec 20, 2018
Dec 20, 2018 at 12:59 PM UTC
It's three am again, we've become well accuainted.
After rubbing elbows with the moon, I closed my eyes.
I feel your arm wrap around my waist, tugging my mouth into a sleepy smile.
I feel your lips grace my neck, the wetness feels like liquid gold.
My skin is covered in golden threads of your beautiful silken words.
I push my body back onto yours, all at once I was nestled in the cacoon of your safety.
My breath drew quick, shallow.
My skin burned.
My back arched, my wrist ached!
I rolled over to whisper sweet nothings between kisses.
But I just found cotton, and the loneliness of pillow talk...
Jan 11, 2019
Jan 11, 2019 at 10:18 PM UTC
Pillowtalk
Unraveling my mentality i stick to a thought and feel a motive,
Feeling in my throat...i speak with conviction,
Tough to swallow,Too thick to be shallow i think and speak to hear my tune,
Slow lip movement to accompany the steady feelings of love in the rain drops.
I speak with no emotion but i think of my evoked preferences,
At times i’m guilty of what i said and i lay beside the pillow in my bed,
My speakers are turnt up to drown my thoughts before i fall asleep,
My phone stays on vibrate as the sound of communication is too much,
I don’t want to speak, i don’t want to think and i don’t want to feel.
In the mornings it’s been hard getting out of bed,
My bed is warm but my pillow is wet from the sweat made by my nightmares,
Sunlight dangles instead of the curtains and the glass of water from midnight condensed,
Just like the in the past when the great depression occurred...i survived to make it here,
A new anti-climatic chapter in feeling regret but patient in my future,
Nothing really ends in my mind,
Infinite loops and passions just sit within me,
Lazy realizations are factored within these. These?
These revelation and emphasis on mental instability,
Strange as it sounds I'm ok today.
Last night... it rained last night,
The air was cool but not quite right,
My speaker made a low hum I tried to imitate,
I tried to comfort myself from the chills I felt.
I looked at my phone and mouthed the words I saw,
I was upset so I played my playlist called pillowtalk,
The speaker began to speak again,
This time I drowned in my own thoughts.
I fell asleep but I didn't wake up again...like ever,
Though this is true I was always ‘woke’ in the memories I spoke.
Jan 6, 2018
Jan 6, 2018 at 11:19 PM UTC
Did you know that this house
breathes in the man-made lights,
so our walls can exhale colors?
Tonight, this town is going to burn in neon blaze again,
for the sake of light-pollution, love.
Yet this time, 'light' means our corrupted souls.
You know, some may say that
there's no place for the true firmament of stars now,
not even time for twin-flames, like us.
Yet still, we are capable of coming to blow with this mirage,
battling against this army of bogus lustrum.
For we are about to lose our sham voice
so, at last, we can echo light.
May 4, 2019
May 4, 2019 at 2:25 PM UTC
Conversations are coffee
Small talks go smoothly
Arguments are bitter
Heart to hearts arouse
Pillowtalk stimulates
Public speech palpitates
Late-night talks often deep
Hurtful words avert sleep
Aug 30, 2019
Aug 30, 2019 at 6:23 AM UTC
'Tell me a story' you say
Your voice a lullaby
Like flowers in the dark
Blossoming in the night
'Alright' I answer as my voice begins
And your eyes hold mine
While you try to listen.
I begin with a man who loved a girl
Who would do anything for her
Anything at all.
He loved her deeply, but did she? No
But that foolish man still, he loved alone
Stabbing pain and sweet torture
Where he can hold, but never to have her
As these meaningless *** became so much more
But the girl of course was just as cold
So the man,heartbroken, left to heal
In hopes of forgetting how she made him feel.
'So what happened next?' Your angel voice asked
And I answer you with a bitter laugh
I look into your eyes and see this innocence
As I shake my head, quite dumbfounded
So I continue my tale with the foolish man
Who never got over that heartless woman.
When she came back to him once more
Without hesitation, he agreed to her
So this chase, this never ending chase
Like a loyal dog chasing after his owner
He fell harder for her, so hard it hurt
But she remained there, not feeling at all
While he was crashing and burning alone in love
She's only there for him, just for the f***.
'That's quite a sad story' you finally say
As you burrow yourself, beside me you lay
'He's a fool' I say and I heard you laugh
'Yes, he is' you answer back.
You fell asleep after just seconds
While I'm wide awake all night
Thinking of that story ans that pathetic man
A wry smile forms, a bitter regard
As I lie awake naked, with a married woman.
May 2, 2017
May 2, 2017 at 2:37 AM UTC
After following
his every movement;
his very motion
commanding
me to comply
After fulfilling
every need
and impulse;
happily we lie
in our familiarity
Our skin moist and hot
in each other's sweat,
our breathing calming,
our heartbeats quieting
Our hands never
part from each other,
our words mingle,
our eyes connect
Our comfort in
the knowledge of
one another;
makes us feel
complete and at ease
Sep 11, 2018
Sep 11, 2018 at 5:07 AM UTC
the hardest truth
is that nothing lasts forever
everything is temporary
i see now
that our reality was simple
i was just another way
for you to get through
the lonely nights
i knew the hurt was inevitable
that foolish dreams
had clouded my vision
i guess i just thought
we might have made it.
May 30, 2020
May 30, 2020 at 6:54 PM UTC
I’ve been collecting you
gathering up all your inkbled trinkets
as if they were mine to collect
as if you were whispering to me again
the secrets of your blue-green skies
like electric pillowtalk
my soul slips like broken
sand shards
back
into you
into hazy eyed illuminations
heartbeats rhythming through
our pressed palms
and you almost feel real
until my eyes unsquint
until all your splayed treasure
has been treasured and
I am love-lost all over
Jun 3, 2025
Jun 3, 2025 at 4:16 PM UTC