on most days
quiet consumption
will suffice
on other days
being devoured
with ravenous glee
is the only way to be sated
a look
a caress
a slight smile
being
loved
loudly
being
possessed
fully
filled
always
in all ways
you are mine
i am yours
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i walk away
it is he who smiles
it is i who is pleased
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I wanted it to be you and you alone.
Your gaze, your ways, of saying all the right things at the right times.
Your sense of self that somehow made me feel myself; embrace me for all that I have been, will be, am now.
Your touch was unmatched even from day to day; when I thought that there would never be anything so good and certainly nothing better.
But then, tomorrow came and your hands would prove me wrong … again.
Trailing along journeys of love, of lust, of desire, of time.
I wanted it to be you and you alone.
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Image: Sipo
My Dearest Love,
You have sparked a new thing in me. Perhaps new isn’t the best description though. It has always been here but so close to death as to have been forgotten. For so long, curled up and tucked away. How ever did you know? How ever did you recognize?
In Awe,
Your Dearest Heart
My Dearest Heart,
There has not been a day or moment that I have not been a part of you. Living in your hopes, breathing in your desires – I have always been the whisper in your heart letting you know that there is more here for you. For as long as you allow those words – no matter how quietly – I am here.
Ever,
Your Dearest Love
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Image: @thafyneprynt
To what depths can love carry you on the expanse of it’s wings? Beyond the shallows of lust? Sinking past the midlevels of like? Rushing towards the ocean floor only to find that it goes deeper still?
Sailing to the ends of the earth in celebration of an indescribable feeling then back again at it’s inevitable demise. Trading that trip though for nothing that can bought or sold.
The end of love is the beginning of a new life, a new set of wings awaiting their first flight. Ready to venture to the depths that only love knows.
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Photo: Cara Moulds
You have escaped my grasp far more times than I ever thought I could get so close to possessing you. You have become the story I tell myself on lonely nights and endless days. An indelible part of my life that somehow I crave and despise all at once. It seems so unlikely that I would have fallen for your lines. Yet, there you are crashing through my dreams and here I am wishing hoping wanting lusting begging working struggling to make you mine. Doing whatever I can manage in order to ensnare you. But perhaps that is the problem really. Striving to take possession of a thing that is meant only to be held briefly, let go, and chased once more — ultimately leads to trouble.
And so, again, I am chasing after you.
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Photo: DesktopNexus
It is crucial that You get here right now as the situation cannot be contained, managed or dealt with until you are on site.
On sight I will let you know all the details but for now you should just be on your way, stopping for nothing and essentially dropping everything.
Every thing that has contributed to this issue, that has gotten us to where we are today must be addressed.There is no more time for excuses nor other words of delay.
It is crucial that You get here right away because you are the only one who can fix this problem.
Your lips are the only ones to kiss …
Your hands are the only ones that caress …
Your words are the only ones that move …
Your eyes are the only ones that devour …
Needed.
Wanted.
Now.
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Photo: wikimedia
Wrapped up in a situation that all at once begs to be done and undone, calling on you to make the very best of a bad situation, turning the darkest moments into the brightest hours. But it is not real. It is “fauxed” out, draped in dressing gowns of exquisite fabrics of every imaginable hue. When you look and see how beautiful it is you become distracted by the turn of a word onto it’s head. Of course that is what he meant which is precisely why he didn’t say it to you. But instead to her, in whispers and hushed tones and plush sheets and deepest conversation. Today, that is not yours. Tomorrow will be the same. The affection that they can see, the confessions that they can hear will not be gifted to you. Dim lights, dark corners, late nights, early disappearances – that is your gift. That is what occupies your little blue box. The words are right and the passion unmatched. But when the family is gathered, the friends are near, the children are playing and there is no sweet whisper in your ear ….. where is your happy ending?
Copyright © 2014 Tamika Brown and TheFynePrynt.com.
Photo: @ThaFynePrynt
{although it’s just imagery, content not suitable for those who are “uptight”}
A knock on the door
A look in his eye
A smile on my face
A touch on my neck
A chill on my skin
A kiss on his lips
A caress on his back
collision
breath
sound
exquisite
passion
pleasure
collapse
goodbyes
