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Hold her tight and kiss her deeply.
With each tender caress, fill her mind with magic and madness.
A touch.
A kiss.
A moment so perfectly timed...
Allow your arousal to ignite the flame of her passions.
Burn in her love.
For only then...
do we truly live.
He held the spectre's echo tight
And danced beneath the pale moonlight
Her arms as ice rest on his veins
A shallow sigh he moans, restrains.
Her gaze as cold as November's frost
His mind and heart were tempest tossed
And as she disappeared from view,
His passion's tempest softly grew.
She appeared and faded from his sight
His morning star. His Elmo's light.
A fire that gnawes and aches and chews...
A ghastly ghost he'll never lose.
She disappeared within his hands
As strands of pouring, timeless sands
And there before the waves of fate
He fell to his knees... a tear awaits.
She knew she was his one to be.
He knew her soul could only be.
Aligned in course and vibe and stride.
And here he is without his guide.
Where does a heart that's lost reside?
And souls in turmoil... can they abide?
He doesn't know.
...and never shall.
The heart, the pale...
His broken tale.
by tyler mcauley
Stardate: 032026
Attempt #238 of folding a fitted sheet.
Instructions unclear.
Will attempt again tomorrow.
The world felt like a hollow
The echoes so benign
A twisted
Tangled
World of threads
The vast unending twine.
We felt our pulses through those threads
A cast ... the vast arterial reds
A shade of life and love and hope
Of danger, warning, the taint of cope
I guide my hands along each line
To see if still the pulse of thine
Could resurrect
Revive
Or give
The faintest beat of what had lived.
I held those threads and wrapped their sting
Around the plan, that might have been
Round and round I slipped inside
And with each wrap
I cross and cried
And sealed tight
My fated tomb
A ball of loss
A coarse cocoon
Fairwell... begone.
That me of yore.
The heart that was
Is nevermore.
A kiss laid across
The spine of your tale.
A smoldering ember
That should your nerve fail.
I'm here for you, love.
A constant.
A friend.
Forever and always.
Til time without end.
~ 😘
Good night 💜🌹💜
The whispered breezes sifted softly through your hair. Kissing our bare arms as I entwined you so close to me. Your head rising with my every breath. And in that, you sighed.
We waited for the moon to smile as we talked softly. Our dreams but a wisp of smoke far beyond our eyes. The future. A mystical place... Would we be there together? We didn't know.
I pulled you closer to my chest and you squeezed my hand. Cool, soft fingers in my warm hand. You clenched and leaned back. I looked deeply into those eyes of yours. Deep and pure. A drink of a memory long forgotten and yet, burned into my mind as a worn tune. Faintly reminiscent. A key to my mind. Your eyes became the window to my soul.
Your lips glimmered in the silver glow of moondusk. My kiss wished to feel that magic. We smile. We separate. And with the honeyed breeze of a soft night, we languished in silence. What will be will be. But what is... That is our poetry. Our guiding star.
Across the heavens where the gods of ancient tales rest and reside, our love will live on. A passionate flame burning for eternity. Maybe to warm some old deity's heart.
Let Cupid bring love to but one more youth. Let Aphrodeity bring beauty to another heart. We have ours. We have our now. Let us kiss once more... And make this moment shine.
~😘
Intimacy, passion, raw energy exchange, long absent.
I asked the stars about you,
I pause and then I bite,
The words that choke,
A twilight joke,
I send into the night.
I ask them of the tales you tell. The sparks of inspiration. That glisten 'cross the glistening pave... The lonely road I've yet to save... A broken compass to the grave. A token lost to time.
Her heart was not but sweetness.
Her soul... A glass of wine.
Drink to excess.
...well, more than less.
A sip on the Divine.
Her hand held mine so firmly. As tears slipt hot and still. And fell to empty echoes. Amidst the midnight chill. Her scent perfumes my pillow. Her smile is etched in rhyme. And as I seep in drowsy sleep. I lose all track of time.
For but a moment I can feel.
Her safe in my embrace.
And as I slip to sleep once more.
I softly kiss her face.
There was this space. This little space. It sat curled up in a ball in her mind. Somewhere, I think, between music lessons too long forgotten and a curious lover with which she shared her first kiss. It wasn't much of a spacey space, but it was hers. And she cherished it. The lights there were her own. Kindled by lightning bugs and fueled by passions too long untended. Smoldering little things. But she breathed life into them every so often cause these were precious. Not like diamonds or gold or all manner of glittering things. But like that first sip of a warm beverage on a chilly day. That hug in a cup that just as it reaches your lips, your mind already unravels as taste over torrent, it slips inside and draws the emotional covers closer. Tighter. A cocoon of cocoa some days, when the shoes grew tight and the commute a little too long. The days where the "customer service face" became a macabre mask of an endless tango she longed to be free of. So... she made her space. Listening to the calming roll of distant thunder as sparkling lights simmered overhead. And there. In that cubby of a space. She drank her cocoa and hummed softly. For even more than this all was... It too shall pass.
“𝐼𝑣𝑦﹠𝐺𝑎𝑏𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑙”, 𝐵𝑦 𝐿𝑢𝑙𝑎 𝐻𝑦𝑒𝑟𝑠.
I wandered into May's embrace, I knew the form, I knew the face.
I felt a kinship in her grace.
Oh, would she beckon on?
We held our hands as lovers might, a toying glance, we felt delight,
And stole into the onyx night,
Our passions led the way.
We spun and laughed and came to rest, the moonlight's glow, her gossamer dress,
Her hand lay soft upon my chest,
Our lovers' stolen kiss.
I wish I could but tell you more,
How earths had shook,
And distant shore,
Saw this angel I adore,
Her dress slipt softly down.
But clever still, she knew my heart,
The dripping ache, the worlds apart,
The distance stops before I start.
A knowing glance I see.
"Rest here," she whispers softer still
"Fold into me to stave the chill."
And there we lay upon the hill.
...the cold can't bother me.
I rose alone, the stars had gone.
I stretch awoke, a frozen yawn.
Then, saw my form beyond the dawn.
No more shall May I see.
That step echoing mine. A motion of beauty. A step without trace, as light as a feather. Phantoms in stone and wood. Though none can sense the emptiness of the unencumbered hall, I feel the very atoms as sight and sound echo beyond this world.
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The sufficiency of such a tone. A tick to my tock. A beautiful walk through memories and reels only the mind's heart can project into the ether. A vision hazy in sight yet crisp in feelings. A sentiment. A glowing haze I linger in too fondly for never shall any know what is exceptional about what has gone... Except those whose hearts relive their own theatre of the distant.
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Past or feeling, strong or reeling, we embrace what is real. What is true. What has gone before for we are their echo. The lives we live, the way we hold hands. None shall know the echo we carry, but those ...only those who peer into the caverns within.
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Do not beckon. Do not reach for what you cannot or will not handle. Love's last tendril is tangled. And only the seamstress of my heart knows which string to pull.
.
Be love. Be respect. Be the echo of loveliness this world deserves.
.
You too shall echo one day...
.
Let your resonance be divine. 😘
Peace, my loves.
☝🏻☝🏻☝🏻
It's not my fault my WiFi and I have an on-again, off-again relationship. @-@
‘You’re my favourite,’ he said offhand.
‘Favourite what?’ she wondered aloud.
‘Oh, well,’ he stammered. Well, just that.
My favourite pair of eyes to look into.
My favourite name to see appear on my phone.
My favourite way to spend an afternoon.
Fill in the blank, Beautiful…
I left it a favourite for a reason.
‘You’re my favourite too,’ she whispered. 💙🌹
The kiss sculpture in Vienna Central cemetery.
A tale as old as time, you say?
As true as it can be?
A ways and means of all our lives
Caged in eternity?
I dare not mind
Nor matter, dear.
That what is now
Was always here.
Our love is just
A story tale?
Written in prose
And doomed to fail?
No, ours is more,
At least, I think.
A new love lore
In invisible ink.
Not come before
And shall retire.
Built on passion's
Pulsing fire.
That fills our minds
And hearts
And lungs.
Sends shadows high
On Heaven's rungs.
For none shall come
Before or be.
And dream in jealous reverie.
That theirs could not
Have scorched the sky.
Like yours and mine
Ours is not shy.
Let all the stars
In envy learn.
Our kiss.
Our smolder.
Watch us burn.
~😘
“I don't sleep well, because I'm always on alert, and I wake up quickly, as if I'm going to miss something.”I miss you
Slumbering still, I stay my stead,
A welcome shade of daily bread,
Of dime-store tales of common tone,
A noble blade I had to hone,
A week
A day
A single hour,
A castle with a feigning tower,
A broken rhythm yet I kept on,
And never saw the colored dawn,
Life was just a sullen clock,
I walked a walk, but faked the talk,
And kept a pace that was not new,
...at least, until I met my you.
Slowly, and then, all at once,
I felt that I had been a dunce,
To never quote the painted skies,
Or count the hues within your sighs,
The ways and wants of what could be,
A future with you here with me,
A star-crossed lover of all that beats,
A rhythm sweet, the song completes,
So, now with all the hues there was,
And is and are and ever does,
I settle naked, a pallete true,
And build a better shade with you.
Do not debase the ordinary with your unexceptional expectations.
Accept the beauty that is.
Embrace the goodness therein.
Let the sensuality within guide your hand.
Your presence is a miracle.
It's time to believe in yourself.
~😘
L❤️ve is...
.
Be careful, dear...
The heart you hold
Is not of lead
Nor made of gold
It's stood the storms
And weathered rains
Cannon fire
And hourglass grains
But in your hands
Tis flame enough
A flick of flame
With corners rough
Do as you will
And let your glow
Merge with mine
And then we'll show
The ages what
A flame can be
A smolder cast
By you and me.
~😘
Maybe... 🖤
Source: poetstribe
We sat in solemn silence
On a bench built just for two
We didn't have a word to say
We stopped to watch the view
A stolen pause
A breathless whisper
A clock that knew not time
We sat in quiet agony
To ponder love's lost rhyme
We felt our spirits screaming
To reach and steal a kiss
But still we sat as granite
A moment we would miss
She softly stood
Our eyes but met
A sadness in her smile
And as I watched
Her walk away
I felt the broken mile.
Solemn, still
I sat on the hill
The view could not compare
To the vision lost
A moment tossed
Of the girl with golden hair.
~😘
