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Indie
Miss Indie
Miss Indie
Poem Published
6th Jun 2024 12:12pm
6th Jun 2024 12:12pm
bittersweet memories (Christina)
1.
Mid evening
Friday
church youth group
someone is playing guitar
there's laughter
we sneak around the side
of the building
and you kiss me
against these saintly walls
that have never tasted
as good as your mouth
2.
Church on Sunday
the baby room is always empty
a group of us claim it
one keeps watch through
the two way mirror
we make out on the couch
while someone gets stuck
in a cot
and our friends pretend
like...
Mid evening
Friday
church youth group
someone is playing guitar
there's laughter
we sneak around the side
of the building
and you kiss me
against these saintly walls
that have never tasted
as good as your mouth
2.
Church on Sunday
the baby room is always empty
a group of us claim it
one keeps watch through
the two way mirror
we make out on the couch
while someone gets stuck
in a cot
and our friends pretend
like...
#lesbian
#LGBT
#love #memories
#love #memories
311 reads
4 Comments
Indie
Miss Indie
Miss Indie
Poem Published
6th Jun 2024 12:12pm
6th Jun 2024 12:12pm
bittersweet memories (Christina)
1.
Mid evening
Friday
church youth group
someone is playing guitar
there's laughter
we sneak around the side
of the building
and you kiss me
against these saintly walls
that have never tasted
as good as your mouth
2.
Church on Sunday
the baby room is always empty
a group of us claim it
one keeps watch through
the two way mirror
we make out on the couch
while someone gets stuck
in a cot
and our friends pretend
like...
Mid evening
Friday
church youth group
someone is playing guitar
there's laughter
we sneak around the side
of the building
and you kiss me
against these saintly walls
that have never tasted
as good as your mouth
2.
Church on Sunday
the baby room is always empty
a group of us claim it
one keeps watch through
the two way mirror
we make out on the couch
while someone gets stuck
in a cot
and our friends pretend
like...
#lesbian
#LGBT
#love #memories
#love #memories
311 reads
4 Comments
Indie
Miss Indie
Miss Indie
Poem Published
6th Jun 2024 12:12pm
6th Jun 2024 12:12pm
bittersweet memories (Christina)
1.
Mid evening
Friday
church youth group
someone is playing guitar
there's laughter
we sneak around the side
of the building
and you kiss me
against these saintly walls
that have never tasted
as good as your mouth
2.
Church on Sunday
the baby room is always empty
a group of us claim it
one keeps watch through
the two way mirror
we make out on the couch
while someone gets stuck
in a cot
and our friends pretend
like...
Mid evening
Friday
church youth group
someone is playing guitar
there's laughter
we sneak around the side
of the building
and you kiss me
against these saintly walls
that have never tasted
as good as your mouth
2.
Church on Sunday
the baby room is always empty
a group of us claim it
one keeps watch through
the two way mirror
we make out on the couch
while someone gets stuck
in a cot
and our friends pretend
like...
#lesbian
#LGBT
#love #memories
#love #memories
311 reads
4 Comments
Indie
Miss Indie
Miss Indie
Poem Published
6th Jun 2024 12:12pm
6th Jun 2024 12:12pm
bittersweet memories (Christina)
1.
Mid evening
Friday
church youth group
someone is playing guitar
there's laughter
we sneak around the side
of the building
and you kiss me
against these saintly walls
that have never tasted
as good as your mouth
2.
Church on Sunday
the baby room is always empty
a group of us claim it
one keeps watch through
the two way mirror
we make out on the couch
while someone gets stuck
in a cot
and our friends pretend
like...
Mid evening
Friday
church youth group
someone is playing guitar
there's laughter
we sneak around the side
of the building
and you kiss me
against these saintly walls
that have never tasted
as good as your mouth
2.
Church on Sunday
the baby room is always empty
a group of us claim it
one keeps watch through
the two way mirror
we make out on the couch
while someone gets stuck
in a cot
and our friends pretend
like...
#lesbian
#LGBT
#love #memories
#love #memories
311 reads
4 Comments
goldenmyst
Poem Published
2nd Jan 2023 9:51pm
2nd Jan 2023 9:51pm
New Orleans, New Year, 2023
1
John is on a business trip to New Orleans. As the elevator rises he is privy to a conversation that is an unexpected delight. A woman dressed like a film noir starlet lavishes compliments on a demure but alluring female rider.
“I love your shoes. I know that is a weird thing to say. Your bra matches your blouse too.”
“Well, my girlfriend says the straps are as tight as the belt on a plane.”
“They slip down your shoulders in a way that makes for slack. Don’t listen to everything your woman friend tells you. You wear it like the...
John is on a business trip to New Orleans. As the elevator rises he is privy to a conversation that is an unexpected delight. A woman dressed like a film noir starlet lavishes compliments on a demure but alluring female rider.
“I love your shoes. I know that is a weird thing to say. Your bra matches your blouse too.”
“Well, my girlfriend says the straps are as tight as the belt on a plane.”
“They slip down your shoulders in a way that makes for slack. Don’t listen to everything your woman friend tells you. You wear it like the...
#lesbian
#erotic
#sensual
#bisexual
#seductive
441 reads
2 Comments
goldenmyst
Poem Published
2nd Jan 2023 9:51pm
2nd Jan 2023 9:51pm
New Orleans, New Year, 2023
1
John is on a business trip to New Orleans. As the elevator rises he is privy to a conversation that is an unexpected delight. A woman dressed like a film noir starlet lavishes compliments on a demure but alluring female rider.
“I love your shoes. I know that is a weird thing to say. Your bra matches your blouse too.”
“Well, my girlfriend says the straps are as tight as the belt on a plane.”
“They slip down your shoulders in a way that makes for slack. Don’t listen to everything your woman friend tells you. You wear it like the...
John is on a business trip to New Orleans. As the elevator rises he is privy to a conversation that is an unexpected delight. A woman dressed like a film noir starlet lavishes compliments on a demure but alluring female rider.
“I love your shoes. I know that is a weird thing to say. Your bra matches your blouse too.”
“Well, my girlfriend says the straps are as tight as the belt on a plane.”
“They slip down your shoulders in a way that makes for slack. Don’t listen to everything your woman friend tells you. You wear it like the...
#lesbian
#erotic
#sensual
#bisexual
#seductive
441 reads
2 Comments
goldenmyst
Poem Published
2nd Jan 2023 9:51pm
2nd Jan 2023 9:51pm
New Orleans, New Year, 2023
1
John is on a business trip to New Orleans. As the elevator rises he is privy to a conversation that is an unexpected delight. A woman dressed like a film noir starlet lavishes compliments on a demure but alluring female rider.
“I love your shoes. I know that is a weird thing to say. Your bra matches your blouse too.”
“Well, my girlfriend says the straps are as tight as the belt on a plane.”
“They slip down your shoulders in a way that makes for slack. Don’t listen to everything your woman friend tells you. You wear it like the...
John is on a business trip to New Orleans. As the elevator rises he is privy to a conversation that is an unexpected delight. A woman dressed like a film noir starlet lavishes compliments on a demure but alluring female rider.
“I love your shoes. I know that is a weird thing to say. Your bra matches your blouse too.”
“Well, my girlfriend says the straps are as tight as the belt on a plane.”
“They slip down your shoulders in a way that makes for slack. Don’t listen to everything your woman friend tells you. You wear it like the...
#lesbian
#erotic
#sensual
#bisexual
#seductive
441 reads
2 Comments
goldenmyst
Poem Published
2nd Jan 2023 9:51pm
2nd Jan 2023 9:51pm
New Orleans, New Year, 2023
1
John is on a business trip to New Orleans. As the elevator rises he is privy to a conversation that is an unexpected delight. A woman dressed like a film noir starlet lavishes compliments on a demure but alluring female rider.
“I love your shoes. I know that is a weird thing to say. Your bra matches your blouse too.”
“Well, my girlfriend says the straps are as tight as the belt on a plane.”
“They slip down your shoulders in a way that makes for slack. Don’t listen to everything your woman friend tells you. You wear it like the...
John is on a business trip to New Orleans. As the elevator rises he is privy to a conversation that is an unexpected delight. A woman dressed like a film noir starlet lavishes compliments on a demure but alluring female rider.
“I love your shoes. I know that is a weird thing to say. Your bra matches your blouse too.”
“Well, my girlfriend says the straps are as tight as the belt on a plane.”
“They slip down your shoulders in a way that makes for slack. Don’t listen to everything your woman friend tells you. You wear it like the...
#lesbian
#erotic
#sensual
#bisexual
#seductive
441 reads
2 Comments
goldenmyst
Poem Published
2nd Jan 2023 9:51pm
2nd Jan 2023 9:51pm
New Orleans, New Year, 2023
1
John is on a business trip to New Orleans. As the elevator rises he is privy to a conversation that is an unexpected delight. A woman dressed like a film noir starlet lavishes compliments on a demure but alluring female rider.
“I love your shoes. I know that is a weird thing to say. Your bra matches your blouse too.”
“Well, my girlfriend says the straps are as tight as the belt on a plane.”
“They slip down your shoulders in a way that makes for slack. Don’t listen to everything your woman friend tells you. You wear it like the...
John is on a business trip to New Orleans. As the elevator rises he is privy to a conversation that is an unexpected delight. A woman dressed like a film noir starlet lavishes compliments on a demure but alluring female rider.
“I love your shoes. I know that is a weird thing to say. Your bra matches your blouse too.”
“Well, my girlfriend says the straps are as tight as the belt on a plane.”
“They slip down your shoulders in a way that makes for slack. Don’t listen to everything your woman friend tells you. You wear it like the...
#lesbian
#erotic
#sensual
#bisexual
#seductive
441 reads
2 Comments
Casted_Runes
Mr Karswell
Mr Karswell
Poem Published
13th Aug 2022 11:26pm
13th Aug 2022 11:26pm
A Granite Sappho
(an attempt at a lesbian love poem)
I’ve lived in granite all my life.
The streets, the smells, the sounds are grey.
But you were like a Grecian wind,
an outpouring of colour in
a housecoat and flat shoes.
A granite Sappho’s what I am,
and you’re my healing muse.
This letter breaks my heart...
Why must you take the tender breath from me?
I know that I’m too lah-de-dah.
But that’s my cover, dear...
Your husband thinks I’m some posh tart
too up ‘erself to think or love.
It’s not within himself to...
I’ve lived in granite all my life.
The streets, the smells, the sounds are grey.
But you were like a Grecian wind,
an outpouring of colour in
a housecoat and flat shoes.
A granite Sappho’s what I am,
and you’re my healing muse.
This letter breaks my heart...
Why must you take the tender breath from me?
I know that I’m too lah-de-dah.
But that’s my cover, dear...
Your husband thinks I’m some posh tart
too up ‘erself to think or love.
It’s not within himself to...
#women
#lesbian
#gay #LGBT
#gay #LGBT
364 reads
2 Comments
Casted_Runes
Mr Karswell
Mr Karswell
Poem Published
13th Aug 2022 11:26pm
13th Aug 2022 11:26pm
A Granite Sappho
(an attempt at a lesbian love poem)
I’ve lived in granite all my life.
The streets, the smells, the sounds are grey.
But you were like a Grecian wind,
an outpouring of colour in
a housecoat and flat shoes.
A granite Sappho’s what I am,
and you’re my healing muse.
This letter breaks my heart...
Why must you take the tender breath from me?
I know that I’m too lah-de-dah.
But that’s my cover, dear...
Your husband thinks I’m some posh tart
too up ‘erself to think or love.
It’s not within himself to...
I’ve lived in granite all my life.
The streets, the smells, the sounds are grey.
But you were like a Grecian wind,
an outpouring of colour in
a housecoat and flat shoes.
A granite Sappho’s what I am,
and you’re my healing muse.
This letter breaks my heart...
Why must you take the tender breath from me?
I know that I’m too lah-de-dah.
But that’s my cover, dear...
Your husband thinks I’m some posh tart
too up ‘erself to think or love.
It’s not within himself to...
#women
#lesbian
#gay #LGBT
#gay #LGBT
364 reads
2 Comments
Casted_Runes
Mr Karswell
Mr Karswell
Poem Published
13th Aug 2022 11:26pm
13th Aug 2022 11:26pm
A Granite Sappho
(an attempt at a lesbian love poem)
I’ve lived in granite all my life.
The streets, the smells, the sounds are grey.
But you were like a Grecian wind,
an outpouring of colour in
a housecoat and flat shoes.
A granite Sappho’s what I am,
and you’re my healing muse.
This letter breaks my heart...
Why must you take the tender breath from me?
I know that I’m too lah-de-dah.
But that’s my cover, dear...
Your husband thinks I’m some posh tart
too up ‘erself to think or love.
It’s not within himself to...
I’ve lived in granite all my life.
The streets, the smells, the sounds are grey.
But you were like a Grecian wind,
an outpouring of colour in
a housecoat and flat shoes.
A granite Sappho’s what I am,
and you’re my healing muse.
This letter breaks my heart...
Why must you take the tender breath from me?
I know that I’m too lah-de-dah.
But that’s my cover, dear...
Your husband thinks I’m some posh tart
too up ‘erself to think or love.
It’s not within himself to...
#women
#lesbian
#gay #LGBT
#gay #LGBT
364 reads
2 Comments
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