All along my trigger was you and I can't stand it                                          
To this subconcious fear I light up and take a hit
Tumbling forever I never thought this would quit                                        
Because I thought I could distinguish love from
Cat Fiske Apr 2015
were so fat,
our gravitational pull,

will make someone orbit around us,
and fall in love with us,

because who could love us,
If we don't even love us,

So just maybe,
Someone will orbit around us,
and not the pantry's continents,
lol i thought of this while reading a yo mama jokee years ago......... middle school me.
Luna Faun Aug 2015
You were as turbulent as the wind as you raised my wings to the sky.
Star bound willingly.
Magnetic, electric, profound.
So drawn by pulse and plasma.
Unwavering beauty in chaos.
Carsyn Smith Feb 2015
Temptation is sweet, subtle,
Like the steady rhythm of beach waves --
Not there unless you're listening and
Watching for the sly and slick riptide.
The wait is agonizing, maddening,
Like walking along shell shattered sand --
Not willing to stop and reason
Knowing the anxiety is pulling people under.
The fall is sudden, quick,
Like the rush of a tidal wave --
Relentless in its destruction and
Scattering the power lusted as the serpent rises.
A poem written for my research paper
each man must realize
that it can all disappear very
the cat, the woman, the job,
the front tire,
the bed, the walls, the
room; all our necessities
including love,
rest on foundations of sand -
and any given cause,
no matter how unrelated:
the death of a boy in Hong Kong
or a blizzard in Omaha ...
can serve as your undoing.
all your chinaware crashing to the
kitchen floor, your girl will enter
and you'll be standing, drunk,
in the center of it and she'll ask:
my god, what's the matter?
and you'll answer: I don't know,
I don't know ...
Robert Thompson Apr 2015
The eternal pull,
gravity anchors our body.
Fear anchors our mind.

I stick to you like a parasite
Leeching into your soul; a stronghold
My spiders web has you ensnared
When you leave I pull you back
You may find it an irritance or endearing
When I say I'll never let you go
Because aside from pretty words
You know I truly mean it
Oh no I'm not a stalker!
But if you leave me darling
*I swear I'm never going to let you go
Just a part of me I can't get rid off
samasati Sep 2012
I want to seduce you with my blue eyes
take you in for a little while
then walk away into another room
then come back and take you in a little while longer
until you come over and speak to me
then I want to listen to your every word
nod, smile, laugh, touch your arm
touch your thigh
look into your eyes
telling you
I want to kiss you
secretly in some kind of visual code,
that I want to lick your neck a little bit
and nibble on your ear
make you go crazy
make you tingle and pull away from
feeling too overwhelmed
then coming back to receive more,
and after that happens,
I want to crawl my fingers up your shirt
feel your warm stomach skin
pulling it over your head and throwing it on the floor
caressing your torso
hand prints against your back
pulling you closer toward me
pressing my pelvis up against yours
taking initiative
on my tippytoes
letting you take initiative
bending your back to my height
and it’s all muscle memory from there on;
breaking away from your lips and pressing my own
up against your collar bone
your shoulders
your chest
your treasure trail
your hip bones
undoing your belt
taking quite some time at this task because I find that
every man’s belt is very confusing to undo -
finally, success
pulling it through the belt loops
popping the button out of the hole
unzipping the zipper
clasping onto each side and pulling down
pushing down
they’re around your ankles and you step out
and then you’re in your briefs
just your briefs
all else is skin and devilish looks
then, pushing me onto the bed
on top of me with a hard on pressing up against
the space between my open legs
that wrap around your hips
kissing my neck
biting my neck
licking my neck
my earlobes
my shoulders
my collar bone
tongue swirls around the aroused tips of my chest
arousing me more
wanting me more
wanting you more
then you’ll take off my underwear and I’ll be fully naked
for you
on this bed that I want to fuck you on
biting my lip
leaning forward to pull down your briefs
and you are fully naked
for me
you pop out freely
your two fingers linger low and decide I am ready
in goes the stiff  
out goes a moan
out pulls the stiff
in it goes again
I cannot describe what it is like
when you look me in the eyes when we make love
pia Oct 2014
Love is handing someone a gun and letting it point to your head, believing that they won't pull the trigger.
Djs Jul 2013
Two star-crossed lovers.
Which from the very beginning,
Were never right for each other.

He was a mysterious boy,
with eyes that could easily destroy.

                                        She was a confusing girl,
                           that can get stomachs in a whirl.

He was the bad-boy kind,
unacceptable to others' minds.

                                      She was too good for him,
                                       too bubbly and outgoing.

He hid something,
he wasn't strong even from the beginning.

                                                She hid her part, too
        she was happy outside but inside won't do.

He trusted no one,
all faith in him was long gone.

                            She was broken due to the past,
                              with memories that didn't last.

But he loved her,
loved her like no other.
No intentions of another.

                                            And she did the same,
                                         her love grew everyday.
                            With no telling him in any way.

He'd long to be with her,
though he knew she deserved better.

                                       But she needed him only,
         to understand and protect her from many.

He spoke barely,
not letting traces of emotions flee.

                                               She liked the silence,
          but not as much as she liked his presence.

But he had problems of his own,
unable to fix her sorrows.

                        She was delusional, self-conscious
                  thinking he'd never accept her issues.

He simply couldn't resist,
despite the never-ending risks.

                                            She was drawn to him,
                             like gravitational pull filling in.

Happy or sad,
he wanted her just as bad.

                                                           ­  Bad or good,
                    she wanted to be with him for good.

                       They were two star-crossed lovers,
                           That were so wrong, yet so right
                                                To love one another.

According to Rule Archer, a beautiful character within one of Jay Crownover's novels - Rule: "Opposites don't just attract, they freaking catch fire and burn the entire city down." True enough they do, but fighting the repulsion might just create something grand.
Lynn Greyling Dec 2014
Dark   green  depths  of  death,
where  waters  trickle  and  laugh
and  tiny  flowers  dart
in  the  sweet  fresh  breeze.

Pull  me  into  thine  un-dulled  depth
and  make  me  one  with  thee.
Blend  my  body  with  thine  earth
fashioning  a  sullen  element.

To  pause  in  a moment of fear  
and  everlasting  awe,
to drink thy beauty still
from  life’s  edge,  up  here.
Anamoly Aug 2015
you cannot resist the pull
the need to posses her
all of flesh and bone
but the corporeal lure
of a goddess of torture
fades silently to the tenor
of her cerebral enchantment
nichole r Jun 2014
she would pull her hair
mouthing silent screams
of anger
the tears would be coming too fast
and she would be choking
on her own saliva.
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