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Henryk Jun 4
Oh god, yes I hear you say with a grin.
"Dont stop at all, just please give in".

I hold your wrists, tighter and tighter
A thought through my head says "kiss, caress and bite her".

With a touch and a whisper beside your ear
It sends you into a frenzy, that much is clear.

My hands, they move further down your skin
I then hear you whisper ,"Oh god, oh please just put it in".

Harder and faster between your hips,
The air, it's warm as it escapes your lips.

Your touch, your body, I crave it all
Be careful whilst on top, you wouldn't want to fall.

You feel me losing all control, the dimensions between us are so very thin

You body moves on it's own,  pure ecstasy it is. You grab hard and scream "just give in"
If this is too spicey please let me know. 😅
Rebecca May 30
It speaks to me
hold your breath
feel my skin
underneath.
It speaks to me
hold your neck
feel my sweat
underneath.
Vrinda May 20
"I wish I didn’t feel this way,
A love I don’t want, but can’t push away.
I miss you more than I can show,
But I keep it hidden, deep below."

"I just want to hug you, hold you tight,
Let you see the side that’s pure and light.
The part of me that’s never changed,
But I can’t let this love be rearranged."

"I wish I was the light of your eye,
The star that makes your heart beat high.
Yet here I stand, a friend confined,
Longing for a love I can’t define."
Crazy how you turned my world upside down.
Crazy how I can’t think straight when you’re around.
“Interesting.”
Interesting. I want to shove the word back where it came from. Take back your words take back your hate. The things I’ve seen are not click bait.
They’re real, they’re here.
And sometimes they build into a deeper fear.
Never will I ever drown in the waves of you.
I will not let this form emotional glue.
I’ll hold myself together, I won’t stage a coo.
But sometimes I wish.
That I didn’t need to.
But is dying merely a rebirth within the echoes
Of another's memory, in another's mind
Forever lingering in another’s heart –
Being this forever last touch?

Death, is far from silent, loudly resonating
Within the echoing tears of the living,
Not so cold; those cherished memories
Of you, ignites smiles that envelop us in warmth.

Though, as much as we know you now
We realize we never truly knew you at all!
Even in death, the narrative of your once
Existence, is living in another’s memories –
As a depth far beyond what we could even hold.
Smoothly blossoming
Images you dreamt about
Now discover new meaning
Delving into symbols
Within the recesses
Chariots towering cathedrals
Spiralling atop the citadel
For colossal mountains
To emerge out the slumbers
Which had captivated
Drifting into languor
Feasting upon grandeur
Eating away at your desires
Required a wake up call
Dreaming and forgetting
Remembering then neglecting
Embracing because important
The flowers which had inspired
Had budded couched requirements
To brave the fallow time
As the land prepares for summer
When the gardeners rejoice
Having kept calmly entwined
With the overgrown and rotting
For something magnificent
Sam S Mar 1
If only I could bottle time,
hold it still, make it mine.
Catch the days before they pass,
pour them slow like a hourglass.
Vrinda Feb 24
"I long to hold you close, my dear,  
To feel your heartbeat, soft and near.  
A gentle touch, a warm embrace,  
To find my peace within your space."  

"The world could fade, the time could cease,  
In your arms, I'd find my peace.  
A quiet solace, hearts entwined,  
In that moment, love defined."  

"A simple wish, a deep desire,  
To pull you close, to spark a fire.  
To feel your warmth, to never part,  
To hold you close and heal my heart."

"In your embrace, I’d find my home,  
No longer lost, no more alone.  
A place where time and worries cease,  
Held in your arms, I’d find my peace."
Cingulomania: A strong desire to hold a person in your arms
(sing-gyoo-loh-may-nee-uh)
To serendipity I yearn,
Yet my soul holds no clue.
The fires of self-indulgence burn,
Unyielding to another's woo.

But life without ambition feels tedious,
The longing for love grows more obvious.

My monotonous days now find cessation,
As my heart seeks leisure, a new elation.
RZ Dec 2024
you can pour it out unrefined.
i can hold it for you,
the mess made by your love,
one i verbosely write about,
but, never truly understand.

darling, we can just figure it out,
as we go places and stay
within each other's hold.
for better or for worst,
i am your willing capable mold.
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