First Date- Ending Chapter"Now Crona if you don't mind could you please put your robe back on."First Date- Ending Chapter2 years ago in Romance More Like This
"Because you're naked and pressing against my thigh. It's making me. . . I mean this situation hard." I turned and looked away.
"Aww the warrior doesn't want to play with the farm boy's tools?" he snickered.
"I'm just kidding." He giggled before kissing my chin lightly. Gracefully he slid out from underneath the blanket and stood beside the bed, the light from the streets casting a shadow down his back. Standing there like that the outline of his pale body the only discernible object in the room, made my mind go blank for a moment. "Although I think the farm boy wouldn't mind. That is if the warrior unsheathed his sword."
"What are you talking about?!" I rolled over and looked at the wall. "Swords and tools "
"Hehe you're so cute when you're embarrassed." Giggling he slid an arm around my waist and rested his head against my back. "You know I wouldn't be able to do something l
HungerHunger4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The irritation swells in your stomach, as the uproar progresses.
Heated by the blaze, your eyes echo sharp auburn.
And you hide the malaise so brilliantly that your sly smile nearly throws me off.
It's as if you trying to persuade the outcome of these battles and you're unwilling on my part, but your crafty auburn eyes mislead me into believing otherwise.
There's something wrong with the way your moving.
You're restraining your thoughts from becoming words and the silence is so taut that it's making you ache.
The disgust you have is inside somewhere and it's just waiting to crawl out.
You're craving for that one chance to utter some compelling words.
Courting DeathCourting Death3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Death should be a glorious fiend,
an indulgent lover
who cradles your head
and feasts off
the slow twine
of body and soul.
He must court you,
run his long, cool fingers
from temple to spine
and count the days
that climb toward heaven.
He should caress
behind your knees,
find the delicate shift
and blood -
a music only he can taste,
and knead the supple
and smooth hopes you hold
and turn them into pledges.
He will love you
as you deserve -
that final lilt
of joy blotting out your breath,
his bleak and sinewed body
covering what lies beneath,
making the light
within your cheeks
a barren vessel
to whet his longing.
Character Profile FormCharacter Profile Form8 years ago in Profiles More Like This
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Story of a Broken Heart.Story of a Broken Heart.4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I thought about writing a poem, about the way I felt,
But after trying I realized there is no way,
Because I feel way too much,
And have too much to tell you, so,
Hang on, bare with me, as I tell you my story,
The story of my freshly broken heart;
I do wonder if you would read this, know it is meant for you,
The one guy, who could keep me intrigued, interested,
I wonder if you even know the impact you have on me,
The things you could make me do, if you only told me to.
Did you read the poems I wrote about you?
I guess not.
The most common words in those poems?
Did you know that's how I see you?
I don't think you do.
We talked, about this, about my feelings for you,
And believe me boy, I do understand,
You gave up and finally moved on,
I was the one who made the mistake of letting you.
Please, don't think that talking about it makes it better,
It tears my heart in pieces, breaks it into tiny shards,
The feelings, the trust, the hopes and dreams I had,