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Connor Jul 2019
The weight of your lover as you're cuddling,
Their usually tense body so relaxed and
comforting, the slight pressure of them on
You makes you feel so safe.
The almost subconscious movement of your
Fingers as you run them through your lover's hair,
The pleasant texture of soft hair
And the occasional appreciative groan
Keeps you from stopping.
The sound of their quiet breathing is
Slow and steady, and you,
Being half awake, mimic their
Breathing pattern as best you can to try and
Sync with them as their chest
Rises and falls against your body.
The full feeling of being completely warm
Makes you never want to move from
This exact position for a long time,
It's addicting.
I have found that I am almost always craving cuddles now that I know how amazing it feels to cuddle with someone you love a lot.
Reimers Jul 2019
Take care of your smile
You're always frowning
It's been a while
Notice it is raining

You looked up to the sky
It is bright and clear
Did not notice the streaming tears
On your face, you wonder why?

Stop Harboring all the pain
Lean on me and Let it all out
Free yourself from your chains
Don't stop, Don't doubt

Leave the past behind
Cast aside all the pain
Never again be confined
Happiness you shall obtain
Stella Jun 2019
I don’t have work
I don’t have school
I have no books to check in or out
Yet still,
you get to sit around
Look at me,
my swollen black circles
under my lifeless eyes

I’m so tired
I see the shy little nerd stacking books again

“Yeah.”(chuckle)
She’s my kryptonite now
Who knew leather books could be so comfy to lay one’s head?
It’s not cool being awake for over 24 hours driving through the day with coffee. You feel jaded but not in a good way
Vic Jun 2019
I LOVE Y'ALL
A "poem" every day.
Vic Jun 2019
You're the best
A "poem" every day.
Vic Jun 2019
you're lovely
A "poem" every day.
Vic Jun 2019
You're the best.
Wait, what?
I can hear you thinking:
No.
Shut up.
I love you.
<3
A "poem" every day.
Vic Jun 2019
Yes I might be depressed,
But that doesn't stop me from loving you.
You're the sweetest
A poem every day.
Balsawoodspirit May 2019
Like sodden fleece
on gathered sheep
clouds trundle, dark and low.
Across the sky,
and sun's white eye,
they flock where seagulls go.

I kneel ashore
where dune meets moor,
the wind beneath my scarf.
With pen in hand,
I sketch the land
and, on its pall, remark:

"This autumn day
of ***** and clay
yawns grey and baleen wide.
It makes me miss
spring's briny kiss
and summer's sequined tides.

But as I mourn
and brace, forlorn,
for winter's coming wight,
my soul is soothed
by nature's truth:
'Day always follows Night.'"
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