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Apple Pie
I wonder what its like to deep dive within the layers that exist behind those piercing blue eyes, just so I might know the places in which your pain is derived to enable me to seal those wounds, and gently blow kisses upon them to mitigate the escalation of the ache that might exist when something triggers your memory centre.
You invade my waking hours and the hint of anticipation emerges as I entertain myself with you several times a day whilst going about my business, daydreaming about the memory of you and you tiptoe across my heart leaving me undone from the emergence of synaptic waves as you池e plastered all over my mind like wallpaper, and my body is triggered with an ache that yearns to hold you close as our lips plant kisses upon the internal fractures that hold us to ransom during those twilight hours.
The intensity grips me as I知 on the cusp of change, and I wonder how I値l cope from the environmental changes, and the sudden truth of being a fish in the open sea to becoming a fish in a fish bowl whilst I grapple with the locational disadvantage that comes with such places.
Sighs.
I gush at the thought of inhaling the scent of me upon you whilst kissing your shoulders before trailing my tongue along the length of your neck, reaching up to your lips, as if they were made for me to traverse as we once feasted upon one another whilst you drilled me hard & deep, gazing drowsily upon my callipygian figure, watching intently as we unfolded and blossomed at the touch of our lips and fingertips before you pierced me violently and ferociously with hunger and need, swiftly drawing syncopated breaths from my lips as your cursives swaddled me tightly like mousseline.
I looked at you not long ago and found a smidgen of solace whilst peering into your deep blue pools, framed with black rims that elegantly sit upon your face, and I can't help but wonder as I wander along my pathway in life whilst mapping my existence in static motions of dreams that are yet to unfold, knowing you once tapped your name upon my flesh and it痴 still there, embossed like italicised braille and I feel a deep sense of longing as you feel warm and filling like apple pie and fresh cream on a cold Winters night.
With age, comes wisdom and I intend to nurture & nourish you for the longest time, if you値l let me.
You invade my waking hours and the hint of anticipation emerges as I entertain myself with you several times a day whilst going about my business, daydreaming about the memory of you and you tiptoe across my heart leaving me undone from the emergence of synaptic waves as you池e plastered all over my mind like wallpaper, and my body is triggered with an ache that yearns to hold you close as our lips plant kisses upon the internal fractures that hold us to ransom during those twilight hours.
The intensity grips me as I知 on the cusp of change, and I wonder how I値l cope from the environmental changes, and the sudden truth of being a fish in the open sea to becoming a fish in a fish bowl whilst I grapple with the locational disadvantage that comes with such places.
Sighs.
I gush at the thought of inhaling the scent of me upon you whilst kissing your shoulders before trailing my tongue along the length of your neck, reaching up to your lips, as if they were made for me to traverse as we once feasted upon one another whilst you drilled me hard & deep, gazing drowsily upon my callipygian figure, watching intently as we unfolded and blossomed at the touch of our lips and fingertips before you pierced me violently and ferociously with hunger and need, swiftly drawing syncopated breaths from my lips as your cursives swaddled me tightly like mousseline.
I looked at you not long ago and found a smidgen of solace whilst peering into your deep blue pools, framed with black rims that elegantly sit upon your face, and I can't help but wonder as I wander along my pathway in life whilst mapping my existence in static motions of dreams that are yet to unfold, knowing you once tapped your name upon my flesh and it痴 still there, embossed like italicised braille and I feel a deep sense of longing as you feel warm and filling like apple pie and fresh cream on a cold Winters night.
With age, comes wisdom and I intend to nurture & nourish you for the longest time, if you値l let me.
Published 18th May 2019
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18th May 2019 2:48am
The poem was soothing until the point you got drilled, lol & it seemed to change direction momentarily. He sounds like he was an 'all-rounder' for you emotionally. Seems sad that you are now missing him.
18th May 2019 3:03am
18th May 2019 4:27am
Highly Functional nailed it. A very direct style that addresses the reader as if they were the subject.
18th May 2019 6:09am
18th May 2019 8:04am
Favourite paragraph (for glimpse of feelings about the transition from singleness into an exclusive relationship):
The intensity grips me as I知 on the cusp of change, and I wonder how I値l cope from the environmental changes, and the sudden truth of being a fish in the open sea to becoming a fish in a fish bowl whilst I grapple with the locational disadvantage that comes with such places.
The intensity grips me as I知 on the cusp of change, and I wonder how I値l cope from the environmental changes, and the sudden truth of being a fish in the open sea to becoming a fish in a fish bowl whilst I grapple with the locational disadvantage that comes with such places.
