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sometimesmybrainworks · 3 years

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SYMPHONY

Cupping your face, the swell of my lips finds yours, and I pull away only when I feel your fingers dancing along the hem of my shirt. I raise my arms, allowing you to pull it over my head. When my clothes have been shed, I lean into your embrace, relishing in the warmth that radiates from your palms as your hands grab at my hips. My own hands find purchase on your shoulders, appreciating how broad they are before they travel downward and settle on your chest. Your touch is slow and deliberate, making me shudder in response to the feeling of your fingers tracing every curve and valley on my body. It moves so easily with yours, like water flowing along sodden banks as you guide me toward the bed. The sheets are soft against my back, but your flesh feels softer against my thighs as you press between them, lips finding purchase on the side of my neck. You decorate the darkened flesh with vibrant reds and purples, fresh bouquets painted on an empty canvas. Soft moans push through the confines of my chest, a melody sung only for you. It is easy to be like this, to allow my breath to sync with your own and to fall into the gentle thrum of your heartbeat. It's even easier to wrap my legs around your waist, drawing you as near as I can as you complete me in ways I'd never be able to accomplish on my own. I can tell by the way your fingers tangle themselves in my hair that you love me despite my diffidence, that you don't mind the supple rolls of my stomach pressing against you as my body moves in time with yours. Whispered vows dance between tangled sheets, a testament to our endearment. I could hold you here forever.

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sometimesmybrainworks · 3 years

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sometimesmybrainworks · 3 years

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BACKSTREET

walk with me

and leave your worries on the pavement

tell me of those who have hurt you

and left you faltering in your steps

i will listen

and wipe away the tears

that streak down your face

i'll make right

all the wrongs that have been done onto you

and when the sun sets on the horizon

i'll take your face into my hands

and whisper my promises to do better

i will take your heart

and stitch together the now amorphous pieces

i'll offer mine in exchange

a vow to protect you

even when you feel undeserving

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sometimesmybrainworks · 3 years

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Contentment

The tips of my fingers ghost over the declarations of my love that have been stamped into the gentle curves of your collarbones. Your skin flushes and murmurs beneath the silken pads

My nails gently etch every ardent desire to cross my mind into the rosy flesh of your chest. A smile graces my lips as I watch the edges of my being melt seamlessly into your own.

I lean down and press my lips to the remnants of kisses I'd given you in lives past, relishing in the feel of your hand on the small of my back and the deep, euphonious sound of your laughter. Sleep calls for you, and I can see that you're ready to answer.

Your hand dances briefly over the curvature of my frame before it comes to rest on my hip. A gentle squeeze forces a delighted squeal from the confines of my chest, and the surprised jump that accompanies is used to your advantage. Before I can offer any form of protest, you are seated comfortably between my thighs. The slightly calloused pads of your fingers find their way beneath the hem of my shirt and trace the purple lacerations gifted to me by the universe.

My own hands find solace atop yours, thumbs smoothing over the flesh as your warmth sinks into my palms. When I pull them away, it is only so that I can cup your face instead. My thumbs resume their caper, this time over the ridges of your cheekbones. "I love you," I whisper, gaze softening. Your answer comes in the form of your hands shifting — one returns to my hip; the other finding purchase on my cheek. I lean into its heat before pressing my mouth to your palm.

A content hum pushes past the swell of your lips as you guide my face toward your own, your eyelids gently blanketing the carob of your eyes. When my kiss finds your lips, I feel my jaw unclench. Years’ worth of tension extends its gratitude to the muscles of my shoulders before taking leave. I exhale gently, a smile declaring my face the perfect place to perch for the evening.

I withdraw, and with bated breath watch as you carefully collect your own. Your lips part and begin to form the words that I've been longing to hear for so long. Finally, the honey of your voice will coat the proclamation of your devotion.

The moment the word "love" slips from your tongue, my eyes open to a room that is far too dark. I am met with nothing more than the sound of my breathing and the ghost of your warmth as I burrow further into sheets stained with your scent.

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sometimesmybrainworks · 3 years

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Adoration

Words alone could never fully encompass the love I feel for you I rack my brain for hours and when it feels as though I've finally discovered how to convey my adoration my mouth falls short of its duties, my tongue tying itself in delicate knots as every syllable that dances along its tip withers, florets taking flight Instead, I'll etch my convictions into the supple flesh of your hips, paint my adoration onto your collarbones in the same delicate hues of the night sky, and weave my devotion into the strands of hair that dance through my fingers in the earliest hours of the morning Adulation will spill across the canvas of your being like ink, and with it I'll write letters promising forever

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