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lynnia hans Feb 2016
Can you hear the whispering of my heart?
The shudders it makes as i reminisce a thought of you?
The pulsating power of lust plowing through my veins?
The quivering of my body & lips as i smile in the dark for your touch?
lynnia hans Feb 2016
love is a river that courses through me. it's neverending & eternal rush brings life to everything.


would u love me tomorrow like the deepest stars? the trudging rivers? the eternal swirl of the planets?


love me in the deepest passion that u have never felt before, let fireworks & explosions commence in your soul and heart.

fires and flames of wanton desire continually burn within us, for we must soothe the inferno to reach the highest height of heaven.
lynnia hans Jan 2016
my love is like a ocean, turbulent & misunderstood, my heart thunders in the distance with each painful strike of its lightning. sorrow & mixed bliss envelopes me as the waves of my unbridled passion churn & crash onto the shore.
lynnia hans Jul 2015
how can you sit there and tell me that you love me
as im shattering and ripping my body apart just for you
your stoic detached stare just stirs up anxiety and pain in me
u say that you love me but in the depths of my heart you do not
crying salty tears night & day over you cause ure nothing more than
a painful mistake that i shouldn't have ever made
u make me feel like im a fragile damage marionette just constantly
pulled on its strings for your delight.
lynnia hans Jul 2015
as i stand there on a lone rugged crag, the celestial winds blanket around me comforting me in my time of need, as i gaze out into the greyed churning waters forever mixing and convulsing in unison. a tear rolls down my porcelain face as the breeze kisses it away since i am at peace with the love in my heart that will never die.
lynnia hans Jun 2015
your hand holds in mine, as our bodies intertwine, deep husky breaths that leads to little deaths in the throes of passion. whisked into the basking depths of lust & pleasure. as we drift to dreamland in slumber.

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