You breathe life into me sinking into my being I ache for the next taste For the way you linger on my lips
This will come as a surprise to approximately no one, but I have image issues. Nothing brings that to the fore more readily than dating. You’d think being in my thirties would make me much more secure in what I look like, but the truth is I struggle with it. Half the time I don’t …
Maybe I’ve grown Learned to go slow Focused on closing my mouth Worked on opening my mind And maybe the less I say The more this could be I hold on I let go And maybe this will surprise me Maybe…
I’m very much captivated Drawn deeper by the cadence of your voice I forget myself and let the smile bloom Let the walls drop just a little Let my mind linger on you I’m stripped bare before hungry eyes Will you devour me… savor me… enjoy my sweetness… I’m laid out, eager for you …
I’m willing to offer the best of me To wiggle into your heart So I’ll transform into a fond memory Leaving you remembering the best parts
No poem today. Woke up with a complete inability to think clearly because I slept terribly. Why? Because I’d had the best date in a looooong (really there aren’t enough Os for how long it’s been) since I’ve had a decent date. A) he contacted me on Fet and convinced me to go out with …
Bound by promises by tight disappointment Bound by longing by unrequited want Bound in satisfaction by stifling pain Bound by emotions by the regret pressed to my skin
I’ll slide the soap a little lower My lips will follow along Working in tandem To get you squeaky clean And very satisfied
And when the morning light Hits just right It reveals beautiful things to the world A lovely day to be alive
I’m a pretty apparition A light and airy thing Less haunting More invisible A ghost who fades away