I vowed
to never fall in love again
but when I fell for you
you made me realize I've never been in love
dammit
I fucking love you
I write about the dark, the supernatural, erotic, and when I'm feeling it sometimes Love. My email address is eelunphetmoore@gmail.com
Showing posts with label Love. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Love. Show all posts
Tuesday, June 11, 2013
Friday, May 3, 2013
with You I'm more
you make me feel
like never before
the way you tease
the way you please
the way you deny
to make me want more
with you I'm more
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with You I'm more
Thursday, May 2, 2013
bitten by that thing you do
I don't know what to do
I think I've been bit
bitten by that thing you do
you know
by just being you
I'm bitten
smitten
now I Love You
Tuesday, April 30, 2013
now I Love You
I don't know what to do
I think I've been bit
bitten by that thing you do
you know
by just being you
I'm bitten
smitten
now I Love You
has love blinded or opened my eyes?
your stretch marks are endearing
your crows-feet compliment your smile
your "flaws" perfect
has love blinded or opened my eyes?
Sweet Rapture
Her aura intoxicating
to be near her
sweet rapture
to feel her warm sweet breath
against his neck
everything else would melt away
to be near her
sweet rapture
to feel her warm sweet breath
against his neck
everything else would melt away
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Sex,
Short Poetry,
Sweet Rapture
She Quakes
she quivers
she shakes
biting her lip
to hold back the ache
her quiver starts to quake
the dam almost breaks
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She Quakes,
Short Poetry
Burn Me part two
burn me
consume me
don't quench me
but drown me
make love to me
with your words
with your verse
consume me
don't quench me
but drown me
make love to me
with your words
with your verse
Labels:
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Burn Me part two,
Eelun Phetmoore,
Love,
Lust,
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Short Poetry
Wednesday, April 24, 2013
Her Reflection in the Mirror
on a cold windy night
just after a bath
combing her wet hair
the color of sunset
thick to the small of her back
eyes of rose colored crystal
lips of a warm winters twilight
full and moist
loving the way they part just the tiniest bit
a perfect neck
narrow and sleek
the indention at the collar
with the faintest vein
some would not like
what others see as imperfection
I see as endearing and unique
her full breast
the color of strawberry cream
smooth like a whisper
they sway as she breaths
her breathing makes hast
her nipples
they harden and stand
to the tune of her breath
her desire inside her
is knocking
coming to play
setting the brush aside
both hands glide down her waist
chill bumps appear
between her legs she teases
she gasps as she enters
spreading her thighs to get deeper
she hurries her pace
it's been so long
and she's lonely
she needs this release
she usually doesn't do this
because of the guilt
so when she does it's because her heat burns
and can no longer wait
her orgasm is magnificent
the face she makes
one of sweet pain
her body trembles
riding the pleasure
the pleasure she hates
I wish I could speak
and ask about her day
I'd tell her I love her
that I will protect her
that everything will be okay
but I can't
I'm cursed
I can't speak a word
all I can do is watch her
and love her
as she looks at her reflection in the mirror
her reflection in me
just after a bath
combing her wet hair
the color of sunset
thick to the small of her back
eyes of rose colored crystal
lips of a warm winters twilight
full and moist
loving the way they part just the tiniest bit
a perfect neck
narrow and sleek
the indention at the collar
with the faintest vein
some would not like
what others see as imperfection
I see as endearing and unique
her full breast
the color of strawberry cream
smooth like a whisper
they sway as she breaths
her breathing makes hast
her nipples
they harden and stand
to the tune of her breath
her desire inside her
is knocking
coming to play
setting the brush aside
both hands glide down her waist
chill bumps appear
between her legs she teases
she gasps as she enters
spreading her thighs to get deeper
she hurries her pace
it's been so long
and she's lonely
she needs this release
she usually doesn't do this
because of the guilt
so when she does it's because her heat burns
and can no longer wait
her orgasm is magnificent
the face she makes
one of sweet pain
her body trembles
riding the pleasure
the pleasure she hates
I wish I could speak
and ask about her day
I'd tell her I love her
that I will protect her
that everything will be okay
but I can't
I'm cursed
I can't speak a word
all I can do is watch her
and love her
as she looks at her reflection in the mirror
her reflection in me
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