sometimes,
just sometimes,
emotions cannot be
quantified in words, but are best
expressed in
looks.
in touches.
in slow, sweet exhales,
and in scratches on backs.
there are moments where I
might not be so articulate,
but believe me:
when I tell you
I want to eat you like ice cream,
I mean it with every ounce of every emotion
I can pack into a simile.
(parker)
just as the moon carries the ocean
I have no accomplishment more flattering.
but I must admit myself
that I dream of your passion
that back doesn't itch
but the relief of your touch
represses any discomfort.
hold me,
alicia
but harder,
kiss me, but I will see you again.
maybe not, but don't fret.
you can rest assured that your dreams
will not be kept a secret.
(magdeldin)
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