good...

Stay where you are
Let my hands do the work
They’re free
And have a mind of their own
I like to see you there
My man sitting where he’s told
I’ll take control
My hands are eager
And they wish to roam
Wherever they please
In the soft waves and curls of your hair
My fingers feeling along the softness
Of your lips
A lovely shade 
Even better when smeared with my lipstick
I know you’re excited
Wish to remove your shirt
Just wait darling
I’ll free you 
In due time
I can see the anticipation building
Driving you mad
That’s how I like it
Your hands may be much bigger
But mine have more tricks
Just rest
Rest
Allow me to remove my dress
But keep your hands
Where they are
In your lap I see
No surprise from me
Oh how you wish to run your hands
Through your hair
Pull it just a little bit
I can do that for you 
Just wait
Patience
Take a breath 
Breathe
Not so fast
Do as you’re told
I like when you bite your bottom lip
Like that
Yes
Just like that
Oh it’s killing you isn’t it
I wore your favorite lace
Just for you
But no touching
You’re just visiting
The gallery
No hands on the work
Love
I know you are begging
To grab my hips
Move around back
And squeeze
But no such luck
Not this time
No hands up top either
Sorry dear
You’ll just have to wait
As I remove your shirt
And trace my fingers down your stomach
You like how delicate I am
Don’t you?
Don’t worry
I’ll free you soon
Keep those hands away
While I loosen your belt
And move to the buttons
And zipper
Love that sound
Oh
Is that a whimper I hear?
Good
I knew you would
I’m proud of you
You’re better than I thought you’d be
Bless darling
I’ll give your hair a tug
Amongst other things
But keep your hands
Where they belong
As your eyes roll
Back
Into your head
You wait 
You need to be led
If you listen
And do as you’re told
Maybe I’ll let you
Switch roles
Carry me to the bed
Tie my hands above my head
Be good
Be good
Oh yes
I knew you could…

hope...

“1. I’m in love with him and I hope you choke over the guilt that gives you, I hope our happiness is like a punch to the face and God I hope you fucking bleed like I did. 
2. Hey guess what he actually remembers my fucking name and birthday and the color of my eyes. He looks at me like I used to look at you and I hold him in a way I could’ve never held you because his arms are a safe place and our souls are as intertwined as our legs or our fingers and I’m never going to let go. 
3. I’m so over you and I know you still love me and that makes me so happy because now you know how it feels to be in love with someone who never has empty hands, I hope you stay up at night and wonder if he’s here because he probably is and we’re probably making love and I’m probably tracing his spine and I’m probably screaming his name louder than I ever screamed yours, you used to think if you fucked me you could make some sort of love but bodily fluids aren’t potions and lips don’t always heal, I hope you bite your nails to the quick when you think of how I look at him. 
4. Sometimes all I can say to him is ‘I love you’ over and over and I’ll cry and cry because his eyes are so blue and I’m lost at sea, I always forget about you until you start talking shit again. I guess I stopped thinking about you when he walked into my life, now all I think about is how happy I am, now tell me, if I don’t love him, then why doesn’t he make me want to die like you did?”

belong...

“I’ve never wanted to belong to anyone, until that night you kissed me in the parking lot. Your hands searching for skin underneath my jacket, your tongue leaving it’s taste in my mouth. I wanted to give you every bit of me in exchange for all of you.
I’m constantly begging your hands to stain my skin. I want to look at myself and see the shape of your lips and your fingerprints. I want every inch of my body to show that you’ve learned where my hips curve and my muscles tense. You’ve learned where the skin is the smoothest. I want every inch of my body to show that I am yours.”

i want you...

Is it weird that I want you to appalued for me.

I want to be your star.

I want be the one you seek attention from.

I want to be the light in your day.

I want to be your obsession.

I want to feel your body rub against mine, hear your dirty thoughts in my left ear.

I want to be wrapped up with your arms.

I want to taste you every morning and every night.

I WANT YOU.

letter...

“Make marks on my body. 
Trace patterns on my skin like you would a piece of blue lined paper. 
Write on me the words of a love letter.
Once your ink has seeped into and all the way through my being, fold me up. 
Shove me in an envelope and address it to yourself. 
Stamp it with your lips.
Seal it with your tongue.

I’m yours.”

untitled...

If a man is only as good as his word, then I want to marry a man with a vocabulary like yours. The way you say dicey and delectable and octogenarian  in the same sentence— that really turns me on. The way you describe the oranges in your backyard using anarchistic and intimate in the same breath.

I would follow the legato and staccato of your tongue wrapping around your diction until listening become more like dreaming and dreaming became more like kissing you. I want to jump off the cliff of your voice into the suicide of your stream of consciousness. I want to visit the place in your heart where the wrong words die. I want to visit the place in your heart where the wrong words die.

I want to map it out with a dictionary and points
of brilliant light until it looks more like a star chart than a strategy for communication. I want to see where your words are born. I want to find a pattern in the astrology.

I want to memorize the scripts of your seductions.
I want to live in the long-winded epics of your disappointments,
in the haiku of your epiphanies.
I want to know all the names you’ve given your desires.
I want to find my name among them,

‘cause there is nothing more wrecking sexy than the right word.
I want to thank whoever told you
there was no such thing as a synonym.
I want to throw a party for the heartbreak
that turned you into a poet.

And if it is true that a man is only as good as his word
then, sweet jesus, let me be there
the first time you are speechless,
and all your explosive wisdom becomes
a burning ball of sun in your throat,
and all you can bring yourself to utter is, oh god, oh god.

By Mindy Nettifee

waste paper basket...

I’m trying to write you
love notes, sexy notes,
but I’m so used to tragedy.

I want to say: I want you,
but it comes out — Don’t come any closer.

I want to say: I love you,
but it comes out — I want you to ruin me, break me, chew me up then spit me out, render me meaningless, I only want to get out of this half dead.

I want to say: I miss you,
but I spin in circles instead,
write this tragedy down,
dizzy and incoherent,
tragic and unsexy.

glory...

I burn, I desire, I lust.

Treat me NOT as thy equal but as the handmaiden of thy desire.

Touch me, kiss me, FEEL me, till my loins become a furnace of thy lust.

Hear me oh god from Lust’s table, ignite my flame, and make me BURN from thy wanton sex.

Bring me to thy Glory, and lead me to everlasting satisfaction.

worse, not better...

i am good for a while
i'll talk more
laugh more
sleep and eat normally
but then something happens
like a switch turns off somewhere
and all i am left with is the darkness of my mind
but each time it seems like i sink
deeper and deeper
and i am scared...
terrified that one day i won't make it back up
i feel like i am grasping for air
screaming for help
but everyone just looks at me
with confused faces
wondering what i am struggling over
when they're all doing just fine
and it makes me feel crazy

what the hell is wrong with me?

sensitive souls...

like most sensitive souls,
you already know you're sensitive.
you soak up others moods
and desires like a sponge.
you absorb sensation the way a
paintbrush grasps each color
it touches on a palette.
the ethereal beauty of a dandelion, 
the shift of a season,
the climax of a song,
or a certain stirring scent
can awaken such wonder
they'll become your very breath itself

moving through you,
as fuel does to fire
and wind does to waves.

strawberry angel...

He is my fall, winter and springtime too,
He is a summer rainbow and all it’s hues,
He is the melody that sings deep within my heart,
He is my days most treasured and favorite part.

He is the chuckle to my giggle when we laugh and play,
He is the voice of reason who gets me to stay,
He is the soulful eyes that mirror the deep blue sea,
He is the one who breaks through and always sees me.

He is the hand that holds mine every step of the way,
He is the shoulder I lean on at the end of the day,
He is the smile that baths me in never-ending light,
He is the arms that wrap me up and hold my so tight.

He is the whisper in the dark who helps me find my way,
He is the one with sweet words that take my breath away,
He is my sun, moon and stars x infinity all rolled up into one,
He is my beginning and never my end because we’ve only just begun.

He is my sweetest and most cherished I love yous,
Which is why he will always be my favorite dream come true

better...

“1. I’m in love with him and I hope you choke over the guilt that gives you, I hope our happiness is like a punch to the face and God I hope you fucking bleed like I did. 
2. Hey guess what he actually remembers my fucking name and birthday and the color of my eyes. He looks at me like I used to look at you and I hold him in a way I could’ve never held you because his arms are a safe place and our souls are as intertwined as our legs or our fingers and I’m never going to let go. 
3. I’m so over you and I know you still love me and that makes me so happy because now you know how it feels to be in love with someone who never has empty hands, I hope you stay up at night and wonder if he’s here because he probably is and we’re probably making love and I’m probably tracing his spine and I’m probably screaming his name louder than I ever screamed yours, you used to think if you fucked me you could make some sort of love but bodily fluids aren’t potions and lips don’t always heal, I hope you bite your nails to the quick when you think of how I look at him. 
4. Sometimes all I can say to him is ‘I love you’ over and over and I’ll cry and cry because his eyes are so blue and I’m lost at sea, I always forget about you until you start talking shit again. I guess I stopped thinking about you when he walked into my life, now all I think about is how happy I am, now tell me, if I don’t love him, then why doesn’t he make me want to die like you did?”

—	s.o.l. (via ifellforfate)

monster...

“

The phrase “I love you” tastes like poison in my mouth.
It’s okay, because I’ll never have to say it to you.
You’ll never say it to me.
I’d rather leave scratch marks on your back than an imprint on your heart.
My taste in your beard versus my sentiments in your stomach.

Is that so wrong? Am I such a monster?
When you told me I was intimidating, I threw my head back in laughter.
I’m not making a home in you, just staying for a little while.
The rent is pretty cheap, if I’m being honest. And I’m always being honest.

I want you to break me into a million pieces, but you refuse.
Why won’t you fuck me and forget me?
Why do you have to cradle me like a lost puppy?
I’m a goddamn fire blazing through your life and you’re neither feeding the flames
Nor putting me out. This won’t end well.

”

—	feed the flame by k.n.a. (via crookedlove)

addiction...

I crave you like I
Crave an afternoon cigarette,
Burning my throat and
Trapping yourself in
My lungs.
I want you to cover my 
Skin like the scars that
Litter my arms and legs do. 
I crave you like an
Addict craves his drug,
I need to feel you coursing
Through my veins. 
I want your lips to leave
Marks all over my body,
In such a way that I’ll never
Forget what it felt like to
Lie next to you and
Hear the steady beat of your
Heart. 
I want to love all of you
So strongly, that even if, or
When you love another,
You’ll never forget the way I
Kissed your lips and 
Sighed your name.

words of glow...

People wear me out
suck out my breath
drain my thoughts
take up my space to grow
erase the reason to be alive
and then, when I find myself in an empty room
I break down crying
I always do
because being exhausted is being rude
being silent is being weird
being alone is being wrong
and I break even more
I just need solitude to grow
I just need different things than you do
I need five hour conversations with people I adore
I need someone who is interested in my thoughts
I need free skies to breathe
I need a few numbers to call and a few to answer
I need crazy, clever and furious speculations of the world
I need to keep things private
I need space to think
I need to be allowed to live my life
and I put myself together
and I try my best to keep going
because the only way to get through
is to keep going

humans...

humans are so cute, when we say goodbye we put our arms around each other and to show we love someone we bring them flowers. we say hello by holding each other’s hand, and sometimes tiny little dewdrops form in our eyes. for pleasure we listen to arrangements of sounds, press our lips together, smoke dried leaves, get drunk off of old fruit. we’re all just little animals, falling in love and having breakfast beneath billions of stars.

seriousness...

I want seriousness. I want a ride or die relationship, a full on 100% intense passionate kind of love. No secrets, just openness and honesty. I want heat and flames. I want us to be a pair and to take on the whole world together, just me and you. A fuck everybody else relationship. None of this casual 50/50 keep your options open I’m not sure not fully committed secretive shit. I want that shout it to the world and tell everybody about it kind of love. That you can’t stop thinking about each other shit. That wake up at four in the morning and send you a text because you were on my mind. That annoying drunk text relationship any time one of us goes out. That rant and rave shit. Not the annoying shallow all over Facebook and Instagram couple pictures though - that real out there doing things having fun enjoying eachothers company tell your friends all about it shit. 
I want to wake up and say goodbye to you. I want to go to work and think about you all day then come back home to you and do whatever, have dinner, go see a film, have a drink and fall into bed a clumsy fumbling mess together and have amazing sex. 
I want weekends spend together. Some just lying in bed from Friday night until Monday morning. Others just spontaneously going somewhere, anywhere, just something different. 
I want our first house together. And our second and however many more. I want the fridge covered in stupid magnets of places we have been together. I want redecorating and colour coordinating and patterns and fabrics and work tops and tiles and DIY and mess and paint on your face and on the brand new carpet we just got. 
I want a little pet, probably a black pug. I want toilet training and annoying barking and him jumping in bed with us and us competing for his attention and arguing over who he loves more and taking him for walks and not wanting to take him for walks but still doing it and going for a trip to the beach with him. 
I want holidays together in far away lands with different cultures and interesting people and mix ups and confusion and amazing views and luxury and surpassing our expectations and crazy let downs and disappointments and things not going to plan. Incredible stories of all sorts that one day we can sit down old and frail next to each other and laugh about all the places out weakened legs and bodies have taken is and all the things our blurring eyes have witnessed.

a picture...

“We have all said that a picture is worth a thousand words. That’s a cliche. Everyone knows it. But we don’t truly understand it yet. Then, one day, a picture knocks us off of our feet. And a thousand, no a million, words come buzzing into our head like bees come to honey (there’s another cliche for you). Maybe we saw a Manet at the Met. You know, the one he painted of Monet’s family? And suddenly, you realize that these dashes on a canvas that make people are not two dimensional. The picture itself is, but the people depicted are not. This is another painter, a best friend, a husband, a father, a gardener. This is a mother, a meticulously ironed dress. This is a son and a sweaty blue play suit and exhaustion after running through the garden. We see so many words in this one picture. Maybe it wasn’t a painting though. Maybe it was a picture that popped up in our Facebook newsfeed. We don’t know the girl who is in the picture. We only barely know the girl who posted it. The girl in the picture is smoking a cigarette and she is looking away and we can’t tell if she’s sad or thinking about life or maybe just thinking about whatever she ate for dinner tonight. She’s letting the smoke out of her mouth in a lazy way and she is someone’s child, someone’s love, someone’s sister, someone’s something. And you will never know exactly who or what she is to anyone besides a face on your screen tonight. But those possibilities? There’s where the thousand words come in. The possibility.”

stronger than this...

1. He will tell you he doesn’t love you anymore.
He will take the heart you gave him and squeeze the life out of it.
His words will feel like a knife to your throat.
You will barely make it out alive.
But god, you will live.

2. You won’t be able to take it anymore.
Your shoulders will buckle with the weight of the world.
Even walking will steal all your strength.
You will barely hold on.
But god, you will keep going.

3. Your mind will become your worst enemy.
You will learn just how much words can hurt.
You will fight tooth and claw to reduce the pain.
You will barely make it through the battle.
But god, you will win.

4. The world will refuse you.
Everything will seem to line up to shut you out.
The sun will shine for everyone but you.
You will feel like giving up.
But god, you will not.

(via inkonapagepoetry)

redics...

i know
you and i
are not about poems or
other sentimental bullshit
but i have to tell you
even the way
you drink your coffee
knocks me the fuck out

don't...

"Don't-Ed Sheeran Lyrics"

Ah lahmlahlah

Ah lahmlahlah

[Verse 1:]

I met this girl late last year

She said, "Don't you worry if I disappear."

I told her I'm not really looking for another mistake

I called an old friend thinking that the trouble would wait

But then I jump right in

A week later returned

I reckon she was only looking for a lover to burn

But I gave her my time for two or three nights

Then I put it on pause 'til the moment was right

I went away for months until our paths crossed again

She told me, "I was never looking for a friend."

Maybe you could swing by my room around 10:00

Baby, bring a lemon and a bottle of gin

We'll be in between the sheets 'til the late AM

Baby, if you wanted me then you should've just said

She's singing

Ah lahmlahlah

[Chorus:]

Don't fuck with my love

That heart is so cold

All over my home

I don't wanna know that babe

Ah lahmlahlah

Don't fuck with my love

I told her she knows

Take aim and reload

I don't wanna know that babe

Ah lahmlahlah

[Verse 2:]

For a couple weeks I

Only wanna see her

We drink away the days with a take-away pizza

Before a text message was the only way to reach her

Now she's staying at my place and loves the way I treat her

Singing out Aretha

All over the track like a feature

And never wants to sleep, I guess that I don't want to either

But me and her we make money the same way

Four cities, two planes the same day

And those shows have never been what it's about

But maybe we'll go together and just figure it out

I'd rather put on a film with you and sit on the couch

But we should get on a plane

Or we'll be missing it now

Wish I'd have written it down

The way that things played out

When she was kissing him

How? I was confused about

She should figure it out while I'm sat here singing

Ah lahmlahlah

[Chorus:]

Don't fuck with my love

That heart is so cold

All over my home

I don't wanna know that babe

Ah lahmlahlah

Don't fuck with my love

I told her she knows

Take aim and reload

I don't wanna know that babe

Ah lahmlahlah

[Verse 3:]

[Knock knock knock] on my hotel door

I don't even know if she knows what for

She was crying on my shoulder

I already told ya

Trust and respect is what we do this for

I never intended to be next

But you didn't need to take him to bed that's all

And I never saw him as a threat

Until you disappeared with him to have sex of course

It's not like we were both on tour

We were staying on the same fucking hotel floor

And I wasn't looking for a promise or commitment

But it was never just fun and I thought you were different

This is not the way you realize what you wanted

It's a bit too much, too late if I'm honest

All this time God knows I'm singing

Ah lahmlahlah

[Chorus 2x:]

Don't fuck with my love

That heart is so cold

All over my home

I don't wanna know that babe

Ah lahmlahlah

Don't fuck with my love

I told her she knows

Take aim and reload

I don't wanna know that babe

Ah lahmlahlah