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"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
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Nov 15, 2011
Nov 15, 2011 at 6:06 PM UTC
Pillowtalk Jazz
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.
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Jun 24, 2012
Jun 24, 2012 at 11:39 AM UTC
we take pillowtalk to the next level.
All flash No substance Dilettante Wake up Cold sweat 'That dream again honey?' Pillowtalk spectre Rolls over
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Mar 25, 2015
Mar 25, 2015 at 10:21 AM UTC
Flash
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
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Sep 28, 2010
Sep 28, 2010 at 3:14 PM UTC
Nothing like frank
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~
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Apr 24, 2017
Apr 24, 2017 at 11:27 PM UTC
Pillowtalk...
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~
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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.
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Sep 9, 2018
Sep 9, 2018 at 5:46 AM UTC
Bed of Expectations
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.
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Dec 20, 2018
Dec 20, 2018 at 12:59 PM UTC
Pillowtalk
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...
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Jan 11, 2019
Jan 11, 2019 at 10:18 PM UTC
Pillowtalk.
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.
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Jan 6, 2018
Jan 6, 2018 at 11:19 PM UTC
Pillowtalk
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.
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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.
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May 4, 2019
May 4, 2019 at 2:25 PM UTC
Pillowtalk
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
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Aug 30, 2019
Aug 30, 2019 at 6:23 AM UTC
Conversations
'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.
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May 2, 2017
May 2, 2017 at 2:37 AM UTC
Pillowtalk
'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.
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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
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Sep 11, 2018
Sep 11, 2018 at 5:07 AM UTC
PILLOWTALK
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.
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May 30, 2020
May 30, 2020 at 6:54 PM UTC
pillowtalk
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
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Jun 3, 2025
Jun 3, 2025 at 4:16 PM UTC
blue-green