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Hard to Not Miss This: Soft Version
Finally, we are alone.
Trying to not make our thoughts obvious.
Not to the crowds, not to ourselves.
Failing.
They knew.
Eyes locked. Hearts racing. Bodies shaking.
Impulse, instinct, unrepressed desire,
increase as distance is decreased.
The burning in our throats
begging us, calling us, longing us
to fall hard into that passionate kiss.
One more kiss will never be enough.
Never.
Our bodies call to each other.
Your skin is fireworks on my fingertips
Your fingertips are explosions on my skin.
Breaking down, melting, eliminating.
Walls of natural inhibitions erase.
Every primal instinct demands
the unquenchable desire be set free.
I am your animal.
You are my beast.
Phantom fangs and elongated claws:
I swear I feel them come in.
I submit entirely to your will.
Fire.
The whole fucking room is on fire.
It's blazing off our skin.
A low growl released.
My soul is possessed,
I taste eternity as my teeth trace your neck.
Nothing but you exists.
Lean together, sway together, stay together.
Staggered breath, heated, escaping parted lips,
Nothing makes more sense.
Nothing but this.
This.
This passion.
This is what I miss.
Trying to not make our thoughts obvious.
Not to the crowds, not to ourselves.
Failing.
They knew.
Eyes locked. Hearts racing. Bodies shaking.
Impulse, instinct, unrepressed desire,
increase as distance is decreased.
The burning in our throats
begging us, calling us, longing us
to fall hard into that passionate kiss.
One more kiss will never be enough.
Never.
Our bodies call to each other.
Your skin is fireworks on my fingertips
Your fingertips are explosions on my skin.
Breaking down, melting, eliminating.
Walls of natural inhibitions erase.
Every primal instinct demands
the unquenchable desire be set free.
I am your animal.
You are my beast.
Phantom fangs and elongated claws:
I swear I feel them come in.
I submit entirely to your will.
Fire.
The whole fucking room is on fire.
It's blazing off our skin.
A low growl released.
My soul is possessed,
I taste eternity as my teeth trace your neck.
Nothing but you exists.
Lean together, sway together, stay together.
Staggered breath, heated, escaping parted lips,
Nothing makes more sense.
Nothing but this.
This.
This passion.
This is what I miss.
Published 20th Mar 2023
| Edited 8th Feb 2024
Author's Note
I wanted to try to dip my wings into something a little risqué...without falling in.
Ugh, I miss the way he could take me to another place.
We didn't even touch the surface.
The passion was there, the fire consumed me every time we touched & everytime the world disappeared when we kissed.
It felt so good wrapped in him.
Wrapped in his heart and his.....arms....
*head leaving the clouds now*
💋
Ugh, I miss the way he could take me to another place.
We didn't even touch the surface.
The passion was there, the fire consumed me every time we touched & everytime the world disappeared when we kissed.
It felt so good wrapped in him.
Wrapped in his heart and his.....arms....
*head leaving the clouds now*
💋
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It's difficult to find that person that you can truly be yourself with.
That person who broadens your mind and body in ways that you previously didn't think were possible.
That person who's eyes you look into and lose all sense of time and space, that there is just you and them in this moment, perpetually suspended in time...
These are but words, but those feelings are still out there, waiting...
For you to reclaim them.
That person who broadens your mind and body in ways that you previously didn't think were possible.
That person who's eyes you look into and lose all sense of time and space, that there is just you and them in this moment, perpetually suspended in time...
These are but words, but those feelings are still out there, waiting...
For you to reclaim them.
20th Mar 2023 8:45am
Truly difficult.
The erasing of space and time was mind-blowing.
Perhaps one day I will feel it again.
*agh*
Life is simultaneously wonderful & torture.
The erasing of space and time was mind-blowing.
Perhaps one day I will feel it again.
*agh*
Life is simultaneously wonderful & torture.
20th Mar 2023 10:22am
Dear PS,
Writing this style of poem is daring for me as well, yet you’ve done a terrific job of it! Making it sensual and passionate is a delicate balance and it really brought out the desire and love between the two of you.
I echo Sugar-Britches2 about reclaiming those feelings of love and passion waiting for you.
Terrific write. H🌷
Writing this style of poem is daring for me as well, yet you’ve done a terrific job of it! Making it sensual and passionate is a delicate balance and it really brought out the desire and love between the two of you.
I echo Sugar-Britches2 about reclaiming those feelings of love and passion waiting for you.
Terrific write. H🌷
20th Mar 2023 3:44pm
Definitely a different vibration here I love the passionate intensity.
20th Mar 2023 10:22pm
Loved the build up and flow in each stanza that led to the culmination. I can relate to your work here.
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26th Feb 2024 6:08pm
WOW!
Beautifully written poem..! I can feel the hunger, passion and desire in every verse! (Wonder what the 'hard' version would've been like?) 🙂
Beautifully written poem..! I can feel the hunger, passion and desire in every verse! (Wonder what the 'hard' version would've been like?) 🙂
25th Mar 2024 8:03pm
Intensely sensual and passionate. Favourite lines:
Our bodies call to each other.
Your skin is fireworks on my fingertips
Your fingertips are explosions on my skin
Our bodies call to each other.
Your skin is fireworks on my fingertips
Your fingertips are explosions on my skin
Fire.
The whole fucking room is on fire.
It's blazing off our skin.
A low growl released.
My soul is possessed,
I taste eternity as my teeth trace your neck.
I think you have done a successful job of making your poem risque without anatomical explicitness.
Our bodies call to each other.
Your skin is fireworks on my fingertips
Your fingertips are explosions on my skin
Our bodies call to each other.
Your skin is fireworks on my fingertips
Your fingertips are explosions on my skin
Fire.
The whole fucking room is on fire.
It's blazing off our skin.
A low growl released.
My soul is possessed,
I taste eternity as my teeth trace your neck.
I think you have done a successful job of making your poem risque without anatomical explicitness.
25th Mar 2024 8:15pm
