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Styles 1h
Fingers trace fire,
a whisper against trembling skin,
desires rising, unraveling,
spilling secrets in the hush of night.

A surge, a gasp—
breath caught between need and knowing,
pleasure flooding, aching,
a worship of motion, of surrender.

A gush, a pulse, a cry—
still, I wonder,
what magic is this,
that sets me free and binds me whole?
Styles 1h
The curves
of our bodies,
intricately designed,

like whispered prayers
folded into flesh,
etched by hands that knew
we would meet.

Echo the same thoughts,
synchronously aligned,
your breath,
a hymn against my skin,
your touch,
a scripture I long to read.

Fate stitched us together
in silent knowing,
yet here we stand—
near, but never near enough.
Styles 1h
Yearning for your touch,
your taste,
your tease.

Part these sheets like holy waters,
let my fingers trace the sermon
written in the curve of your spine.

Desire ignites—
I crave you.

Yet here I sit,
alone,
penning this verse,
watching the space where you should be.

Why are our worlds
so near,
yet so distant?

Naked, I wait.
A believer, undone.
celeste Dec 2024
on saturday morning,
have dark roast coffee and raspberries on cream cheese toast
on saturday morning,
let me taste sleepiness off your lips
on saturday morning,
turn me over in friday night’s lingerie
on saturday morning,
ballroom dance with me to cartoon theme songs
on saturday morning,
wheat-grass dances along our bayview window
on saturday morning,
we take our long morning walk,
since sunday always shows up too soon
i wish the weekend could stay forever and ever
The Echo of Your Name
Your name lingers in the quiet air,
Like a whisper the wind forgot to carry.
I trace its letters in empty space,
A soundless echo, soft yet heavy.

When Our Eyes Met
A moment stretched beyond time’s grasp,
Two souls colliding in silent speech.
No words were needed, yet my heart knew,
In your eyes, home was within reach.

Between the Lines
I wrote you into my poetry,
Hiding your name between the lines.
Each verse a secret confession,
Of love untold, yet deeply mine.

The Last Goodbye
Your hands slipped through mine like the tide,
A farewell written in shifting sand.
I held on to every memory,
Yet time refused to understand.

A Love That Never Was
Some stories end before they start,
Unfinished verses lost in air.
We were a song half-sung, half-known,
Yet still, I find your shadow there.

Moonlight Letters
I wrote you letters in moonlight,
Words woven in silver beams.
But night kept all my secrets safe,
And morning stole my dreams.

Love in Silence
Not every love needs spoken words,
Some bloom in the hush of night.
A glance, a touch, a fleeting sigh,
Enough to set the world alight.

The Distance Between Us
Miles could never dim the fire,
That once burned within our souls.
Yet love is not just light and warmth,
It’s also the story time controls.

Waiting for You
Seasons changed, yet I remained,
A heart still tethered to the past.
Perhaps love is not just presence,
But in the echoes that forever last.

Unfinished Verses
You were a poem left unwritten,
A verse I never got to say.
Yet even in these broken lines,
You live in every word today.
You're the star in the gallery
of black and white masterpieces,
only flash of light iconic in my temple,
distinguished radiant freckles.

Its been so long since....

A black swan engulfs a white-ness
hidden behind blood-shot darkest hues,
colour only drains so I flood the gates
in an attempt to make the morning shine

Whispers become intolerant of mad stricken
forgotten sea-shells left in a ruck sack,
carried out by the tide to a breach of sea,
like finding numbing needles in a hay stack.

Giggles haunt, not fondly but now violate,
tin soldiers scattered over a wedding cake
and gone the warmth of hallucinations.
Icy cold flakes flare in your wake...
I walk through life,
sighing.

I am with you,
I sigh.

I eat and sigh.

Releasing energies,
held-back emotions,
frustration or longing.

Could it be that you valued me in every moment,
and in bed, you desired me?

Could it be that you listened to me,
without judging?

Could it be that you inspired me,
without challenging me?

Could it be that I was drawn to your being,
to your values?

Could it be that you respected
and loved my darkness?
Could it be that you gave me peace,
or could it be that I have fallen in love?
I have built a shrine to you in my ribs,
lit candles behind my teeth,
burned every whispered thought like incense
and let the smoke of you fill my lungs.

But you don’t see it.
You don’t feel the weight of my hands
pressed together in silent prayer,
offering devotion to a god that does not answer.

You move like gravity,
pulling me in,
holding me just close enough
to taste what I will never touch.

I know this is not love.
Love is given, love is known, love is a bridge.
This is something else—
a ghost, a sickness, a dream that refuses to die
no matter how many times I wake up.

I have dissected every glance,
read scripture in the way you say my name,
built entire galaxies
out of the empty spaces between us.

You don’t know what it’s like
to live inside a story
that only plays in my head.

You don’t know what it’s like
to have your name carved into the marrow of my bones
where even time cannot touch it.

You don’t know what it’s like
to starve for a love that does not exist.

And still—
I keep the shrine.
I light the candles.
I kneel.

Because limerence is nothing
if not the worship of something
that was never real.
Felt a little inspired by heartbreak again.
MS 2d
Marriage is a journey,
From raindrops to the ocean.
Where joy takes root,
Through the path of happiness.

Spreading like ripples,
Overcoming tides to strengthen the bond.
A bond from now to forever,
Where two souls become one.

Flowing with life’s tenderness,
Through hardships into the calm,
Sailing together, side by side,
On love’s endless, gentle tide.
Suhei 2d
When Death arrived
I will asked Why are you so late ?

In reply , it would said , " I was waiting
If some one would save . "
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