#writingcreed

[maybeyoullfindthissomeday]

Contactual Confessions

There'll be days when I implore you to keep your presence behind my body so that I can welcome the warmth of your precious breath as it strikes the spine along my neck. I long to feel your naked knees locking surely into the backs of mine, like puzzle pieces unable to unite for the longest time. my ears will treasure your silly giggles softly fluttering through my bones as much as my skin will cherish your bare bosom pressed against it. every languid graze of playful feet, every osculation of your lips loitering upon my shoulder will cause me to fall overboard. so allow me to fail as I explain how I am a man who gallantly admits that I harbor this need to be the little spoon from time to time for the reason that no words exist to describe the security your ardent arms would provide as they squeeze me and swathe me tenderly from behind.

[roadtripwarrior]

when its been 

2 Hours.

and you’ve only written

one hundred

and

twenty-seven

words.

[rogueonme]

Only you can take from my heart like a box of candy. Picked the light, unwrapped it, threw it over your shoulder, chewing on the wrapper. It was then I wondered if you even knew how love worked.

r.iver

[venoms-ink]

Quote #38

We are all canvases some just hide our true colors with invisible ink. However, left invisible for too long. We foreget who we really are...

[pen-topad-asthoughts-tobrain]

Oceans

At 200 feet below sea level, If you puncture an oxygen tank, instead of air coming out, H2O goes in. That said,

My love is like an ocean.

From the outside, on the beach, I seem fun. I create laughter, which is what most people are after. Stay too long, you'll get burned. Unless, of course, you expect it, and come prepared with your flip flops in the sand.

My love is like an ocean.

When you decide you're brave enough to surf, I'll play along. But be wary; Some of my imaginations are friendly and harmless while some of my creations don't eat vegetation. If you're smart, you wont surf where the monsters are.

My love is like an ocean.

But if you're stupid enough to venture out below the water, be sure to bring a second tank because if your tank gets damaged, and it will get damaged, I will not be to blame. Instead, I will use your nutrients so that my life will go on.

My love is like an ocean.

Salty, grainy, moody. I have secrets that have been drowned with purpose in not being found. But if you are foolish enough to dive deeper, my world is yours. I hide nothing from those who take the time to look. Like a reader to a book. Like a pen to a pad. Just be sure you can withstand the pressure.

My love is like an ocean.

If you're earthy, I will slowly eat at you, breaking you down. Though, the structures we could make would be an endless story. We'd last forever only if you were big enough to contain me.

My love is like an ocean.

Be you air, we'd be damned to different lifestyles. We could try, but when we fight, the life around us would surely die. My spirits would suffocate To reach your heavens, and yours, drown.

My love is like an ocean.

If your love is a raging fire, if you are the fire, that warms my waters, the life in me is forever indebted. Infatuated, even. Yet you and I are cursed. Cursed to observe eachother from afar. Gifted, with the only way to touch you, lover, being to kill one another.

My love is like an ocean.

But let's say you're a sea, and you share your secrets with me, They will remain in my depths, never to be disturbed. But be aware, my lovely sea, my ocean consumes all. If you're not careful, I will consume you as well.

My love is like an ocean.

If you're the rain that falls on my head, and wish to explore me, go with my flow. I will show you how to stay afloat. We'll effortlessly glide from place to place, event to event, and I will show you a world you have never seen before. But it will be short lived.

I love like an ocean.

if your love is like an ocean,

If you can dance to the rhythms of my waters, if you can match my depths, and roam free in my harbors, if you can feel at home with the creatures within me, and if my fish can resonate with the symphonies that crash on your shores, if you dwell in that same pressure, maybe. Just maybe.

we could be in love.

SPS

For writingcreed challenge: how do you love?

[maybeyoullfindthissomeday]

Tiles

a toasty stream  cascading upon   the undulations    of our bare bodies     while eager teeth      carnally sink       into each other's lips.        shivers of elation         crawling to the tips          of fingers touring           the spans and vales            of fervid skin             as missives of mirth              fire up our spines,               indulging the delights                of libertine minds.                 our elements,                  they interleave                   and sensually charge                    this porcelain jungle                     with our electricity                      as we smoothly drive                       with avidity.                        the pleasant torrents                         of steamy water                          drowning out                           our coitus sighs,                            hiding our sweats                             and the juices dripping                              down our thighs,                               while we permit                                this promenade                                 along the line                                  between pleasure and pain                                   to be worthwhile                                    when we strain ourselves                                     passionately                                      against bathroom tiles.

[maybeyoullfindthissomeday]

Gallium

Its me-              -lt-                    -ing point is higher than the room’s (embrace), yet cooler than your warmth, so when placed upon your skin, it transforms, a SOLID turning to silvered l i q u i d, slipppping like                            s e                                 c b'tween our fing e r t i p s.                                   e                                     t                                      s And it's relevant only because this soft metal is holding my thoughts [captive], for I, too, would alter in the fervid (grasp) of your hands, me-         -lt-              -ing into something new, s h i m m e r i n g under the heat of your touch.