love poems
Love poems for hopeless romantics; I'm the poet and you're my muse.
Does He Know?
Does he know? Does he know he stops my heart every time he smiles, and not in a good way? Does he know that I hate myself for loving him and that's why when he goes to take my hand, I pull away. I pull away. I pull away when he kisses me, never let it go further than a fumble because I can't let him when all I do is lie to him.
By Jodi Jones8 years ago in Poets
Appreciation
Lift up your head and slow your storm my king, let me be your peace! Take my hand and come with me, lay between my legs, sit back, and relax. I appreciate the attention to detail God made when he engineered you. I have studied your design, so I’m well-versed in your composition. Let me lay my hand on your chest, so the cadence of your heart can vibrate poetry into my soul. Allow me to make love to you, no penetration needed. I close my eyes and enjoy listening to the ballad of your every breath. My mouth starts to water and I bite my lip, my palate craves the taste of your skin. Slowly running my hands over your canvas, I feel you sync deeper into me and we fall into each other’s rhythm. We hold each other tight as euphoria feels the atmosphere. And this moment we are love drunk, as our blood rushes through our veins causing us to pulsate into a climax.
By Lynette Sheree8 years ago in Poets
