love poems
Love poems for hopeless romantics; I'm the poet and you're my muse.
Skin
Her eyes are blindfolded as her breasts are caressed, her hands are bound as a flower glides across her lips. Her satisfaction exhausted at his every touch of her body. Her hunger for more keeps her breathless, his lips breach the borders of her measures, his skin pressed against her thigh as he unties her setting her on fire. She pulls the blindfold off as she moves forward grabbing his shirt with her hands and kisses him, her hands begin to undress his shirts his press against her chin as his press against her skin. Her long brown hair begins to dance against her back as she lets him in.
By Midnightlights8 years ago in Poets
I Love You but, I Can’t...
I get “writers block” when I think about you. My heart stops beating when I say your name but, when it does beat; It feels like a marching band beating out my rib cage. My cheeks swell with anxiety and stick out like red lipstick. My voice cracks like fire crackers. Oh-oh, how I wish I could look at you, look straight at you but, I can’t. I physically can’t. But, when I do, I imagine myself caressed deep inside your chest. I imagine how my love for you is so new, so young. My love is so. So, silent. I can’t love you but, I do. I shouldn’t love you. I shouldn’t love you when its not you I go to bed with at night but, I long it now. I count every day off as a day of mourning. I watch the clock count down as if it’s counting down to my own ending. I wait for what seems to be years to see you. When you text me goodnight I feel anxious and empty. Anxious because, I know if I text you, you’ll know I like you. Empty because, I want you to know but, you can’t. Hiding is all I can do. My bed feels empty even though it’s full. I want it empty. I want it empty so you can fill it but, you can’t. I love you but, I can’t!
By Shelby Doo8 years ago in Poets
