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…the sweetness of Ophelia lives in my bones—drowning over and over again.
This seductive current pulls me ever into your arms. How I want you to come into the depths with me. To help me stop being the beauty that lives so obediently.
I want you, and only you; but instead, I will float away, lost in the blue green waters of time. I will be a ghost on your lips but perhaps this is the only way I can be loved wholly. Surely you too would demand me to be what would lead to my demise.
I am better to be no more than a ghoul in your eyes.
—The Hollow Quiet
…Ophelia’s sweetness courses through my veins—submerged in eternal repetition.
This enchanting tide draws me closer, craving your embrace. Oh, venture into these depths beside me, let us shatter the shackles of conformity.
My heart yearns solely for you, yet I shall drift away, adrift in azure waters of ages past. I shall become a specter upon your lips, for it seems only then may I find love unreserved. Perhaps you too would require my demise to truly cherish me.
In your gaze, I am but a wraith resigned to roam.
Il y a tant de
désir dans tes baisers qu’à
chaque fois, j’ai l’impression que
tu me dévores la bouche et
le cœur…V. H. SCORP
Google Traslate:
there is so much desire in your kisses that each time I have the impression that you are devouring my mouth and my heart
My Translation:
this hungered desire
of your kisses
as you devour not just my mouth
but my heart as well
My spin on things:
this longing ache
for your sweet kisses
as you consume not only my lips
but my very soul, too.
How you yearn to devour
My flesh, that my existence
Slips through your mind, my
Voids are null to you, my screams
Translates to poems, scattered
On your sheets……………….
everytimeyousaygoodbye ©
With every breath, I feel your desire
Craving to consume my flesh
In your thoughts, I glide
My empty spaces, like whispers
Moans transformed into verses
On your lips, forever reborn………………….
susurrations of night on
half spun silk,
moonlight on the waters
and the soft agony of sighs;
entangled on moss.
Whispers of evening caressing
fragile threads of silk,
Moon’s gentle glow gracing
rippling waters, sighs’ tender torment;
Ensnared in nature’s verdant embrace.
In tangled sheets
Bodies defiled
A symphony of passion
Both gentle and wild
Whispers exchanged
In the afterglow’s haze
As we catch our breath
In this sensual maze
Fingers trace patterns
Across skin’s expanse
Exploring every inch
During this fiery dance
Lips seek out pleasure
Burning kisses ignite
As desire blazes
In the darkest of night
Two souls melt
In a perfect fusion
United in ecstasy
Bound by their collusion
Sweat glistens on flesh
As we move as one
A rhythm unbroken
‘Til the rising sun
Time becomes endless
In this sacred space
Where pleasure resides
And lust finds its place
With each brutish thrust
Our bodies align
We find solace and passion
In this moment divine
And as our climax nears
Our hearts beat as one
We reach new heights
Our journey far from done
In this realm of bliss
We share an intimate art
Bound by love’s essence
Forever etched in our hearts
For in this connection
Where desires unmask
We’ve discovered a lust
That will forever last
As we lay spent
Bathed in delight
Our souls forever linked
In this passionate night
Two paths intersect
Polite chatter veils my fears
Heart races in me
in shadows…my fractured frame withdraws
teeth marks etch my ancient bones
scarred by the blade of your wicked
i am but remnants and hollow moans
no longer whole, but severed…broken
sections of me, easily ripped apart
the butcher’s craft, flesh from the carcass
ribs sliced asunder, to sate your hungry heart
lips moisten, longing for the taste they crave
savoring the thought of gnawing my pain
sin, jagged skin, my essence you enslave
reduced to dust ~ after blood is drained
a meal of crushed remains and twisted grins
fashioned to please the palates of the vile
devoured with relish…and passion alike
bon appétit, my loves, may your feast beguile
the number of houses
i once called home
that no longer stand
is bafflingwhere do the ghosts
go when the walls
come down?and the stories that were told,
do they never get a chance to
grow old?when i die, my dad dies
again and when my daughters
pass
he dies and i die again,
its never
endinguntil all the houses
we call
home can no longer
be foundjust ghosts in the wind,
wondering where and
why
THIS….don’t just skip over this. Learn.
imfullofworms asked:
Three things you love and/or appreciate about yourself. Then, pass this query on to someone who needs to remember to love themselves too.
Hmmmm…I’m certainly not the indulgent sort, BUT…I love my strength. Not my physical strength, but my mental. Honed over my 54 years. I love my artistic side that balances my tough, crusty exterior…it has led to much self-awareness and self-discovery! I love my love for my family. At specific points in my life, I took that for granted, took them for granted, and tried my damnedest to ensure I would never have family around me for long periods. I was someone most of you wouldn’t recognize…except for Dennis…Dennis may see who I used to be.
my want
for you
insatiable
I touch
until nothing
is left virgin
I lick
hungrily
far past full
kisses fall
haphazard
upon unexpected places
I yearn
for the moon’s light
to keep daybreak at bay
my LUST
for you
insatiable
“We’re just a couple of BFFs,” I laughed in your direction.
“Oh we’re something,” you replied seriously. “I just don’t know what yet.”
I paused for a moment at the honesty in that statement.
The implications of your words showing I was not alone in wonder.
There was a gravitational pull between us that spoke in different tongues.
It left us both to the mercy of the ever rolling tides.
All I could tell for sure, was that you were going to be important to me.
I just had no idea why.
Tell me, did you ever figure it out?
…I We may have figured it out.
As the days turned into weeks, and the weeks into months, our friendship deepened. We shared laughter and tears, dreams, and fears. We became each other’s confidants, always there to lend a listening ear or offer a comforting embrace. The bond between us grew stronger, unexplainable yet undeniable.
There were moments when I caught a glimpse of something more in your eyes, a flicker of a feeling that mirrored my own. But we both hesitated, afraid to disrupt the delicate balance we had found. We cherished what we had, not wanting to risk losing it.
But one fateful evening, as the sun painted the sky with hues of gold and orange, we found ourselves walking along the beach. The waves crashed against the shore, their rhythmic sound filling the air. The setting was enchanting, casting a spell that seemed to whisper secrets only the two of us could hear.
We walked side by side, our hands occasionally brushing against each other. The tension between us grew, the unspoken words hanging in the air. It was as if the universe conspired to bring us to this moment, urging us to take a leap of faith.
Unable to contain the longing in my heart any longer, I turned to you. Our eyes met, and in that instant, the world around us faded away. The only thing that mattered was the connection between us.
“I’ve spent countless nights wondering what this is,” I confessed softly, my voice trembling with vulnerability. “What we are. And I still don’t have all the answers. But I know one thing for certain.”
Your gaze was intense, filled with anticipation. “What is it?” you asked, your voice barely above a whisper.
“I know that being with you feels like coming home,” I said, my voice filled with a mixture of certainty and awe. “No matter what the future holds, I want to explore it with you. I want to discover the depths of this connection we share.”
A gentle smile graced your lips, and a surge of warmth filled my being. The unspoken words between us found their voice, and without another word, we closed the distance between us. Our lips met in a tender kiss, igniting a fire within us that had been smoldering for far too long.
At that moment, it was as if the universe had ceased to exist. There was only the taste of your lips, the touch of your skin, and the beating of our hearts in perfect synchrony. It was a collision of souls, a culmination of all the unspoken desires and unanswered questions.
As we pulled away, breathless and intoxicated by the depth of our connection, I knew that we had embarked on a journey unlike any other. The mysteries of our bond would unfold with time, but for now, in that surreal moment on the beach, we had found solace in each other’s arms.
And as we stood there, the waves continuing their eternal dance before us, I realized that sometimes, the most beautiful connections are the ones that defy explanation.
**A Continuation…inspired**
Loud, the day-chaos
In words, and voices; questions
That need no answer,
But reverberate, unhushed,
Within the empty bedroom.Empty, the bed waits
Where all is dark, and inert,
Without certainty,
So, I close my eyes to love;
I find you — then,Quietude.
—
31-5-2023, M.A. Tempels ©
Whispers, the moonlit
Silence envelops the night
In mystical charm,
A tapestry of dreams weave,
Beneath the starry canvas.
Starlit, the skies gleam
With secrets whispered softly,
Unveiling mysteries.
I drift in ethereal realms,
Embracing love’s gentle touch,
Serenity.
**A response**
(via x-anthippe-x)
Ajar
Sweet
mist whisper
daydream fragility
bluebell and petal
my gossamer web strung
from spooled morning dew
you
Kodachrome rainbow
who combed my hair
I have no say
this tomb is open
I am letting you
in
I think I’m ready <3
Tender
haze murmurs
wistful reverie
blossom and bloom
my ethereal threads spun
with dawn’s jeweled essence
thou
Chromatic splendor
that tamed my tresses
no voice bestowed
this sepulcher, unveiled
I am granting you
entrance
I think I still have questions?
(via imfullofworms)
In the realm of passionate desire,
He tasted love’s intoxicating fire.
With every kiss, a sensory delight,
Her presence engulfed the sultry night.
His lips, they danced upon her own,
A tapestry of longing softly sewn.
He sensed her breasts, a tender tease,
A moment suspended, eager to please.
The scent of perfume, a delicate embrace,
Her neck…adorned with a fragrant trace.
He glimpsed her thighs, bare and fair,
A tantalizing glimpse of skin so rare.
A trail of whispers, wisps of desire,
Gently leading to a blazoned fire.
Down into her depths, a secret known,
As time stood still, for kisses dethrone.
In that moment, their lips entwined,
An endless hunger, love re-defined.
They savored the sweetness, desires untamed,
Their journey of passion, as yet proclaimed.
For kisses, they held the promise deep,
Of love’s crescendo, their souls to keep.
In the realm of longing, they would reside,
Forever entangled, with lust as their guide.
In the realm of verse, where emotions dance,
Lies a profound truth, a poetic expanse.
For poetry, dear friend, is a spectacle rare,
A vivid portrayal of true passion laid bare.
Like a naked woman, standing unclad,
Revealing her essence, the depths she’s had.
Her curves and contours, a captivating sight,
Embodied emotions, in soft candlelight.
Yet, poetry also dons a masculine guise,
A naked man, strong, with a gaze so wise.
His strength and vulnerability blend in embrace,
A symphony of words, his intimate grace.
But what truly captivates, what truly astounds,
Is the space between them, where magic is found.
It’s a fragile distance, ethereal and vast,
Where hearts intertwine, and emotions amass.
In that sacred void, passion finds its flight,
Where longing and desire take hold of the night.
It’s a realm of silence, where whispers reside,
Bridging souls together, where truths must abide.
For poetry is the language that all souls understand,
A dance between two, in a vast poetic land.
In the gap between bodies, love takes its flight,
A communion of spirits, boundless and bright.
So, let us embrace the nakedness of verse,
And delve into the spaces where emotions immerse.
For in poetry’s essence, we truly transcend,
Through a naked woman, a naked man,
…and the ways that they blend.