His name melted
in my mouth
every time the words
left my lips
and my tongue
and my teeth
and my heart

The curve of his lips fit mine
pull away
hold.
His palm cradles my cheek
lips again
"soft today"
again,
gentle movements.
His hair tickles between my fingers.
His eyes pierce mine with love,
they scream every affection he feels.
Lips.
lips on my nose
cheek
jawbone
eyelid.
Then they utter what only I
will know.
I turn with a smile and close the door.

I'll tell you what it's like....
You'll smile at the thought of him
His whisper will convince you
That fire is pleasurable
Your heart will pound for him
And his, will calm your spiraling soul
You'll fight and try to hide your love
But it will flow out of you like water
Every wall, crumbled
He will control you
He will bend your neck to suit him
Tug at your hair
Control your breathing
Limit your air
You'll beg for death
Upon his lips
Only so that his
Could be your final kiss
You'll miss and ache
The moment you part
The soreness, the sweetest
Memory
And your heart?!
Will never again be
Even slightly yours
And you will long
To stay forever heartless
As long as it meant
You belonged to him
Eternally
Though it may just be
For a moment
A second
His......

©MV (drafting)

I wish I could trace him,
Like the pages of a favourite fiction,
To read his lips with each word escaping,
Run my fingers through every thought,
That tangles in strands of deep poetry,
His taste lingers on my skin,
As I catch the twinkling stars in his eyes,
A constellation of lovers and missed chances,
I wish I could decipher every secret he held,
In the beating of his pulsing veins,
The loneliness coursing through his being,
For I wish I was made to fit his contour,
A piece of puzzle to his dreams and more.

@byizn

He.
Him.
His.
No matter the pronoun I use, it is the exact one I speak of.
His hands intertwined within mine are like leaves on a tree tied together with a branch. There's that bond, that if left becomes broken and they fall apart, one becoming bare and the other becoming torn.
His skin on mine as we lay together, it reminds me of a mid-summers day. The softness of a picnic blanket and the warmth of the newly risen sun.
His lips, lips that taste like candy, one that reminds me of my childhood and it's somewhat lovely moments of peace, honesty, and love.
His, Him, He.
The three words that make me look and say, "Shut up and kiss me" because if I don't I'm afraid I'll fall like the leaves, loose sense of nature, and forget what real happiness is.
Shut up and kiss me, please, just shut up and kiss me.

Love is love.
There is no definition to say you ' cannot be this way ' if you love a man or a woman or both or none at all - whoever you embed your heart within  has nothing to do with anyone but you.
Love is love.
Fall for the sunset in her eyes and the laugh she has on autumn evenings, find a world within her soft skin.
Love is love.
Choose his comfort, the way your frail frame mirrors in his body and like a portrait; you're a work of art.
Love is love.
Dance in the compassion of both genders and be a stream of a purple in a world of blue and pink  paint.

Love is love, regardless.

You are perfect
Smart
Beautiful
Blonde and Blue Eyes
I shuffle over
You look up
Our first second of eye contact
I see the kindness in your eyes
The bass is so loud
The dancing men and women surrounding us
Sadly the first second is the last
I feel a shooting pain rush up my spine
I touch my chest
Red
Now her eyes are filled with fear
The next second, she falls
We lay beside each other
The red gushing out of our chests
All because we were girls