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#wlw poem
cassemiah · 3 months
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you make me feel
like I can do the dishes
everyday.
I don't know
if I can be anymore
romantic than that.
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photoproofedk1sses · 9 months
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i choose you and everything that comes with you.
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seraphinesaintclair · 1 month
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“Star Whispered” by Seraphine Saintclair
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her-stars · 3 months
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her touch felt like stars danced across my skin
she was tangled in my soul, I thought of her without even trying
painted colors on my heart and memories in my mind I never erase, of the love she offered me.
I crave the taste of her lips as if I was homesick
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butchka · 7 months
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trailing my nose up their body, stopping to press kisses on their hips, stomach, tits. My hand runs follow their curves on the opposite side, rough calluses in delicate touch. they’re the rolling hills i roam.
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honeypot-sapphic · 8 months
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"I love you" is self explanatory, although it doesn't quite cover what I want it to mean. "I love you" is as simple as that. I love you.
But it doesn't explain how after we kiss, I look at you with pure adoration, relishing in the fact that you're mine. I love you.
It doesn't include the deep ache I feel in my chest when you leave, or the butterflies I feel when you're with me. I love you.
It can never fully show how completely and totally intoxicated I am by your presence, how you could ask me to do anything and I would do it. I love you.
It can never encompass everything I feel, the fear of losing you. How I cherish every touch, every glance my way, everything you do. I love you.
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zedif-y · 10 months
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there are reasons to kiss you, hidden in the curve of your smile.
you laugh and it's beautiful, something giddy in my sun-warmed cheeks. my hands twitch at my sides, and i wonder.
there's a Filipino tradition, one i've heard of but never really seen.
harana, my relatives call it. men serenading women under the cover of night, guitar in hand and illuminated by the moon. they repeat that, over and over. only at night, my lola says. it's too hot, too bright during the day.
i mouth the words: harana, serenade. i think about standing outside your window, lips parted in song.
i wonder if i should kiss you. soft lips on mine, your back pressed against a wall. shadows cradling us like curtains. you say something, then, and i find i can't quite meet your eyes.
it's strange, isn't it, how i find more solace in the dark.
(too hot, too bright, too exposed in the day.)
we talk, but i don't remember what about. you grin like the sun, and like the tide the words well in my throat, pushing, pushing...
hey, what if...
i look down at the ground. my mouth stays shut.
the sky is growing darker, pinks turning into purples turning into blues. it's not quiet, but sitting in this corner, i can almost pretend.
my thoughts drift. i think about learning the guitar.
you don't sing much, but neither do i.
that's okay, i think, gaze on the horizon. on the setting sun. it doesn't have to be good. it just has to be you.
your hair sways in the wind, the skin of your neck exposed. a part of me wonders how you'd react, then, if i kissed that spot— a giggle, a shocked gasp?
i tear my eyes away, nails digging into the meat of my palm.
i wish, i think to myself, that this came easier to me.
our friends wave at us some distance away. the moment is broken, dusting ourselves off from the pavement.
we don't kiss. a sigh unravels from my chest.
(under a blanket of stars, would i have been braver?)
i'd sing for you, is the thing. i'd sing for you. does it have to be profound? does it have to shake the earth, make flowers bloom from the grass?
i can only give you my voice, awkward and stilted and a little too soft.
i hope the moon answers my prayer. i hope she tells me it's enough.
(maybe, one night, i'll be brave.)
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Please wash my hair for me.
Lay out an outfit you know I love,
And gently paint my nails.
Brush the tangles from my hair.
Braid it back,
Like my mother used to do.
Hold me while I fall asleep.
Whisper sweet lullabies,
And repeat how you love me.
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storytimewriting · 8 days
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Eclipsed Rings
Your eyes are closed when you take my hand in yours; Somewhere in your mind you know you crave my touch, Like the safety blanket you clutched so closely as a child.
You lace our fingers together like the perfect braid, Sun and moon rings brush softly against each other- An eclipse held between our hands.
The sun dances on your finger, warming both of us- A commentary of what my world revolves around. My heart has been yours- My hands belong to you.
Nothing has felt so soft within my grip before, Like a wave of comfort coating my entire being.
There is comfort in the silence that surrounds us, Light that is found in the blackness of the night; Balance is restored by what is held between my fingers- Touch is gentle, Grip is tight.
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evermore2213 · 10 months
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I am afraid to love her
I am afraid it will hurt
One or both of us
But what if it’s happiness
For both our lives
I can only hope
The latter is true
I am no fortune teller
I am only a hopeless romantic
In love with a woman
I am proud to call
My best friend
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cassemiah · 26 days
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I know you're always going to need to ask
and I'm always going to answer
but it'll never stop feeling like
asking me if the sky is blue.
Yes, the sky is blue, grass is green
the world still spins, water is wet
you're a little broken and a mess
and I love you.
The sky is blue
and I love you.
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photoproofedk1sses · 9 months
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they deserve the world,
so i will adorn them with rings from saturn and perfumes from venus.
and if they asked more of me,
i would take them to star after star and give a reason why i love them
until we run out of stars.
-ak
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seraphinesaintclair · 15 days
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“Free, Free, Free” by Seraphine Saintclair
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her-stars · 9 months
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I call her my moon but she is the sun and the stars. i am just the moon reflecting off her, cherishing and adores her light.
cosmos of a thousand stars I found the one I met in my dreams. who said she'd meet me between the sky and sea.
she was like a golden light, the warmth of the sun as it soaks into your skin. that bright spark of kindness on a lone wildflower to bloom.
she's a light so rare a comfort in fear, that glimmer spark of hope. my golden flame under the same sky I'll follow you through any cloud.
-Faith
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lavenderviolin · 2 years
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I would give anything -
Anything at all -
To have her look at me like that;
To feel her pressed up against me,
To breathe her in as if I’m drowning,
Gasping for air.
I want to tell her I love her,
Then put my mouth against her neck
And show her what that love feels like;
Proving it to her.
She means the world to me,
And I would give the world to have her.
I would die today,
If it meant I could die in her arms.
Her lips against mine,
Saying she loves me
As it all fades away.
~LV
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honeypot-sapphic · 1 year
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To wake up in her arms
To kiss her in the mornings while making our coffee,
Cups in hand.
To sit at the kitchen table with her in gentle silence
Waking up slowly but surely
Cause neither of us like early mornings.
But with each other?
It could be peaceful.
It could be kind.
Finding solace in each other's company.
(this is about wlw/nblw, men dni)
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