I want to test the limit of your skin.
Want to know if it will break
Or accommodate me,
Let me in.
One thing I will do,
When our time to wait is up,
Is write a poem for you,
But for the first time, use your name.
And revel in each syllable,
The truth and changing tide,
A truth entirely beautiful
That I find inside your name.
Just yes, please, please, please. Let this happen.
(via front-porch)
A rose is blue and violets red
Say it isn’t true, don’t tell me romance is dead
(via front-porch)
Oh, to be the victim of the conflict you create in me,
Internal opposition from the masterful dichotomy,
You beautiful confusion, you’re the cause of chaos constantly,
And I rely on your command: you’re both the best and beast in me.
No matter where the day
Drags me,
The solace found in you
Comforts me,
Saves me.
Black sheet ceiling
Seeing black lace feeling
Falling, glistening limbs…
Love’s darkness
Darkens my dreams.
Skin painted purple
Pleasure tearful
Teeth on neck to nibble
Scribble reckless
Romance in red.
White crescent nails
Trail over satin statue
Catch you writhing…
Rushing blood
To blushing rose.
Bitten lip crimson
Crushing bittersweet passion
Pushing, burning, mounting…
Mouthing silence
Silken in satisfaction.
Black sheet ceiling
Seeing black lace peeling,
Pleading… glistening limbs,
Longing begins,
Begging for you.
You bring brand new definitions
To simple words: beauty, protection.
There’s something endlessly comforting about
The way your name resides inside this head
At all hours.
I need you, always, and can find you here,
Sharing the space where these words
Appear each day.
Maybe they form simply because our love
Means each line and sentiment must
Exist.
Someone needs to do a mash-up of Phil Collins’ Easy Lover and Madonna’s Papa Don’t Preach. Like, now please.
Also, while they’re at it they should fuse Stevie Wonder’s Part-time Lover with Hall and Oates’ Maneater.
Pleasepleaseplease.
(via phamista)
Do you know that I love you?
I know you’ve heard it,
But do you really
Know?
Wire - Annie Brittle
