Jump to Navigation Menu

No Rush To Perfection

Poem by: ToLoveIsToHate

Summary

When the mist of you soars.

Content

Submitted: May 06, 2012

A A A | A A A

Content

Submitted: May 06, 2012

A A A

A A A


This delightful sweet taste that vibrates my lips is bliss.
Blissful joy of your scent impaling my nose while your taste out tastes mine.

Oh my,
When I miss the softness I reminisce and the memory becomes anew(renew).
This monster deep inside me rises and fights for its sanity.
Yet becomes lost within its own blur.

Dizzy by love,
Paralyzed with lust,
Our seduction makes us cold,
Frozen in transgression of unmanaged power.... Touch me and I melt into your arms.
And when you do, I need not speak.
My eyes say all that needs to be said.

We escape where no one knows, where no one shall shatter or enter. For our most treasured desires lies ahead fatigued,
But stronger and willing.

What will it all become?


© Copyright 2016 ToLoveIsToHate. All rights reserved.

No Rush To Perfection

Status: Finished

Genre: Poetry

Houses:

Details

Status: Finished

Genre: Poetry

Houses:

Summary

When the mist of you soars.

Add Your Comments:

Other Content by ToLoveIsToHate

Add picture

Paste the link to picture in the entry below:

— or —

Drag a picture from your file manager into this box,
or click to select.

Add video

Paste the link to Youtube video in the following entry:

Existing Comments:
Bad selection

Cannot annotate a non-flat selection. Make sure your selection starts and ends within the same node.

(example of bad selection): This is bold text and this is normal text.
(example of good selection): This is bold text and this is normal text.
Bad selection

An annotation cannot contain another annotation.

Anonymous
Really delete this comment?
Anonymous
Really delete this comment?

There was an error uploading your file.


    
Anonymous