love poems
Love poems for hopeless romantics; I'm the poet and you're my muse.
Chapter 3: Dream Insanity. Content Warning.
The Continued Story… Dear Diary, I masturbate to the sound of his voice in my head(whispers come here, relax, just let it happen), touch of his hand in between my thighs, to the feel of his rough fingers thrusting inside of me... the way he silently watches how he pleasures me... fills my senses to its core... I can't stand it…
By LiciaEmber2 years ago in Poets
Balanced Love
In perfect balance, love does stand, Like grains of sand held in the hand. Not too tight, nor too loose to fall, It gently cradles, embraces all. It gives as much as it receives, In harmony, it never grieves. It speaks with care, it listens deep, In equal trust, its roots run steep. It thrives on both the give and take, A steady flame, no hearts to break. It knows the space to let love grow, Yet always stays, a gentle glow. Balanced love is fair and true, A dance where both are seen and new. Together strong, yet free to roam, In balance, hearts will find their home.
By Jagadeeswaran Selvaraj2 years ago in Poets
Gratifying Love
Gratifying love, so rich, so deep, A treasure that we yearn to keep. It fills the soul, it lights the way, And brings new joy to every day. In whispered words and tender touch, We find we never ask too much. For every need, a heart does meet, In love’s embrace, we feel complete. It lifts us high when we are low, A steady warmth, a constant glow. No empty spaces left to fill, Gratifying love is quiet, still. It overflows without a word, In every smile and glance, it's heard. A love that gives, a love that grows, In every breath, its presence shows.
By Jagadeeswaran Selvaraj2 years ago in Poets
