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Honestly -
If you want to be with me,
Say it whole heartedly.
I don’t want to waste my twenties.
I wrote this poem because guys only like me for superficial reasons. I only want love if it is true or honest.
Head to toe,
All the places, I wish to go,
Exploring every inch of your skin,
Flesh, Heart, Mind and deep within.

North to south, east to west,
in this journey, your whole, my quest.
A passage to the secret chamber,
Will unlock for me, a true lover.

Will crawl through my lips,
With a break at your hips.
Every part of you is a bliss,
I would never want to miss.

Attractive mountains filled with nectar,
The sweetest, I have tasted ever.
In mammary glands, a treasure stored,
nutrition for newborns, un-compared.

A joyful and wildest ride,
To reach & delve in the site you hide.
To get drenched in a river that flows,
Where life evolves and only one knows.

Want to seize, fresh blooming flower,
**** out all the honey, I will devour.
Want to make you feel,
That heaven is for real.

Scrolling, tip to toe, with my touches,
Covering your whole, with my smooches.
For breakfast, lunch and dinner,
My apatite, you are my platter.

Sweat from your warm body,
Beautifully resides, tidy
on your skin, each drop
Like a fresh morning dewdrop.

Providing ultimate pleasure,
With intense pressure,
And my naughty gesture,
Will lead you to heights, I assure.

Up and down I travel,
Every stop is a marvel.
A miraculous place, your navel,
Beneath which, next wonder, another level.

Some time on top,
and at time down I drop.
Emotion's playful game, one on one,
At the end both will win.

I want you to feel me in your nerves,
When I journey through the curves.
Pouring my love without any measure,
Moments together, we shall treasure.

I'll dive into places dark & deepest,
Thoughts of you makes me, a craziest,
Yet an act, sacred and purest,
For soul partners, not for tourists.

Your every touch, Electrifies my veins,
Powers up, propelling the plains.
Heavy Storms and thunders,
Leading to heavy cloudy rains.

My love for you, always pure,
Will retain this forever, I'm sure.
A journey that I want to cherish,
Until the day I perish.

By
Sanji-Paul Arvind
There are no words that can describe
my love to you, a heartfelt vibe
my body shudders with loving daydream
the heart is bursting from lover's esteem.

Nothing can stop me, I'm the wind through the stone
this love excites me, my mind has flown
my smile is a sign, something unique
A lovestruck swan with nothing to seek

Thoughts of you are waves on an endless shore
a rising rose whose beauty I adore
melody that caresses my mind
sweetly played and gets rewind

like birth of a toddler, my love hiss
Heaven's greatest wonder, love of bliss
my mighty love a floral arch
a newly sprung at the end of March

Paints my heart, with blooming scent
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Eyes won't wonder,
If heart finds a home.
Meggi Apr 4
A flower behind the eye
Roots in the skin
Seeking water not spoiled by sweat and tears
The touch of my lover
The softening of thorns for her handling
The shade of branches for her slumbering
I grow gentle in her arms
Under her gaze
I grow further from the ground
Bloom and flourish and shriek for her
A flower behind the eye
Torn from it roots
Settled in a quiet place
Brushed softly behind her ear
Joshua Phelps Mar 30
You found me
in a broken state,

heartbroken,
building up my walls,

classic fight-or-flight,
trauma calling the shots.

I gave up wanting more,
but you came at the right time—

not to save me from myself,
but to show me how to live,
let go,

and let bygones
be bygones.

I couldn’t believe
that someone

would give me
a chance,

but you never
gave up on me,

even when I was
falling through
the cracks.

You showed me what
true love should be,

and I’m never going back.
"If we part this time, who knows if we’ll ever meet again—
Maybe in stories that were soon meant to end,
On pages that fate refused to turn.
Like a rose that once blushed in the sun,
Now kissed by the midnight moon—just like my heart,
Still longing for the touch of yesterday."
Written with molten heart
inthewater Mar 20
if you love me
- despite - the things that make me ugly
you don't really love me...
but you're doing me a favor
and i'll never be able to thank you enough
\
if you love me
because, you say, that - i'm not ugly -
you don't really love me...
you're just pretending that i'm not ugly
and you'll never be able to see me enough.
or maybe one day you will,
and that will be too much
\
for you to really love me
you need to know the ways in which i'm ugly
and love me for those reasons too...
or at the very least, understand them
based on a line from one of my favorite songs, "It Didn't Fix Me" by Dawes.

"I finally found someone who loves me,
and to her I will be true.
She sees the ways in which i'm ugly,
and loves me for those reasons, too."

also contemplating the implications of how or why someone says they love someone, and how it is sometimes hard to accept when someone loves you, because you know all of your worst flaws
Repentant Jan 26
Because I am a robot
I just follow the carrot
All I see as donkey
Is the face behind the parrot
It better be the dumbest
Than be the smartest in the world
If I can't go up the ladder
I better stay indoors
Because you are a human
You just use me for satisfaction
You see me as a potato
With holes to drill in the head
Two is not enough so more
You remove the eyes and the latter
To me you are just a tor
I have peeled your faces off the hatter
And what a beautiful soul you have
Behind all those sins you were hiding in
Behind all the fake mentorships
Behind all the action hits
We are only angels
Devil's born inside
The devil is in the details
Thanks to god above
Each sin is a torment on the soul, necessary to be accepted but beholden, taught but explained, for life is a hard place, if you want to stay alienated.
For the good may seem bad and the bad may seem good to the eyes that can't get past the hardship of the truth, stay safe, sane and sinless. Other wise, repent.
Zywa Jan 25
No supermoon nor

a field of flowers, true love --


kisses dreary days.
Song "Lieveling" ("Darling", 1996, André Manuel), album "Krang"

Collection "Loves Tricks Gains Pains in the 80s and 90s"
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