The sweet tingle of your lips on mine,
The soft stubble of your beard tickling my cheek,
The smoothness of your breath caressing my skin,
The butterflies doing twists and turns in my stomach,
The weight of your arms on my shoulders,
Wrapping me closer to you.
The sweet tingle of your lips on mine,
The sweet tingle of my lips on yours.
i carry your heart with me(i carry it in my heart) i am never without it(anywhere i go you go,my dear; and whatever is done by only me is your doing, my darling) i fear no fate(for you are my fate, my sweet) i want no world (for beautiful you are my world,my true) and it's you are whatever a moon has always meant and whatever a sun will always sing is you here is the deepest secret nobody knows (here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud and the sky of the sky of a tree called life; which grows higher than the soul can hope or mind can hide) and this is the wonder that's keeping the stars apart i carry your heart(i carry it in my heart)
A friend and I were talking the other day about what factors people and ouselves take in to account when entering a relationship. Whereas my friend had discussed things such as honesty, and humour as top priorities.. I tended to roll along with romance, intimacy and passion. It was interestin, as we both have very different love lives. I always wonder how compatibility works. Like my friend and her boyfriend are entirely different with not much in common, but they have amazing chemistry. Anyway, this is just a blah post!
Have you ever felt, The close brush of stubble, Tickling the smooth of your skin, The warmest of breath, Carressing your chin, Your neck, Your ear, The passion that leaps out of his eyes, His lips drawing closer to yours, Your lips touching, Sparks igniting, The sweet, soft feeling of his bottom lip, In a small, tender embrace with yours?
i like my body when it is with your body. It is so quite new a thing. Muscles better and nerves more. i like your body. i like what it does, i like its hows. i like to feel the spine of your body and its bones, and the trembling -firm-smooth ness and which i will again and again and again kiss, i like kissing this and that of you, i like, slowly stroking the, shocking fuzz of your electric fur, and what-is-it comes over parting flesh… And eyes big love-crumbs,
Sometimes I imagine us, Walking down a beach, At pale moonlight, (although, we'd more be dawdling, just because I'm so slow). You'd be holding my hand, Fingers intertwined. (you wouldn't dare ask me too dance, or spin, or twirl because you've never been the type). But anyway, There'd be us, and the moon, And not a soul around. You'd grab me by the hips, Whisper something sweet. You'd look in my eyes, And soon our lips would meet. (before you whisper something dumb, and the romance turns to giggles, we'll try and be serious, but it will just happen again). Our lips would come closer, Framed by a beautiful breeze, And you'd lean in to kiss me, Your lips so sweet. And there in my perfect imagination, Of you and I, We'll experience a worldly type of romance, A romance one of it's kind. (more often than not, you'd burst out in laughter, reminiscing what was said before, and in one foul swoop, my romance is gone, and we're back to being us, our silly old selves, which isn't so bad afterall).
Actual Children’s Answers to The Question “What Is Love?” “Love is when you go out to eat and give somebody most of your French fries without making them give you any of theirs.” - Chrissy, age 6 “Love is what makes you smile when you’re tired.” - Terri, age 4 “Love is when my mommy makes coffee for my daddy and she takes a sip before giving it to him, to make sure the taste is OK.” - Danny, age 7 “Love is when you kiss all the time. Then when you get tired of kissing, you still want to be together and you talk more. My Mommy and Daddy are like that. They look gross when they kiss.” - Emily, age 8 “Love is what’s in the room with you at Christmas if you stop opening presents and listen.” - Bobby, age 7 “If you want to learn to love better, you should start with a friend who you hate,” - Nikka, age 6 “Love is when you tell a guy you like his shirt, then he wears it everyday.” - Noelle, age 7 “Love is like a little old woman and a little old man who are still friends even after they know each other so well.” - Tommy, age 6 “During my piano recital, I was on a stage and I was scared. I looked at all the people watching me and saw my daddy waving and smiling. He was the only one doing that. I wasn’t scared anymore.” - Cindy, age 8 “My mommy loves me more than anybody. You don’t see anyone else kissing me to sleep at night.” - Clare, age 6 “Love is when Mommy gives Daddy the best piece of chicken.” - Elaine, age 5 “Love is when Mommy sees Daddy smelly and sweaty and still says he is handsomer than Brad Pitt.” - Chris, age 7 “Love is when your puppy licks your face even after you left him alone all day.” - Mary Ann, age 4 “I know my older sister loves me because she gives me all her old clothes and has to go out and buy new ones.” - Lauren, age 4 “When my grandmother got arthritis, she couldn’t bend over and paint her toenails anymore. So my grandfather does it for her all the time, even when his hands got arthritis too. That’s love.” - Rebecca, age 8 “When you love somebody, your eyelashes go up and down and little stars come out of you.” - Karen, age 7 “You really shouldn’t say ‘I love you’ unless you mean it. But if you mean it, you should say it a lot. People forget.” - Jessica, age 8
She laid on the nook of his shoulder, Picking up his hand, Intertwining her delicate fingers through his, Thinking how perfect he felt, How gentle his palm was against hers, How well he fitted, How she could lay there, and do this forever.
Today I am writing you my final letter. If you are reading this, it would be the 365th letter I have written since you departed from me exactly one year ago. You haven’t responded to any of my previous letters and, I have to think, that it means it was simply a summer fling. I’m still waiting for you. I want you to know. But I feel it’d be in both of our best interests for me to stop writing.
I have to think that the two of us being together would hold beautiful things. I believe it was meant for us and that, without each other, we are living mediocre lives. Remember when we first met? Remember how we were two birds in the ocean? We could have flown away together, you know. Or lived together in the house I’m building for the both of us. Nothing is in the past to me. Love knows no past tense. You either never loved or never stopped. And I, dearest Allie, never stopped.
The night we left each other, I heard your parents speaking about how we didn’t know love - how we were too young. But, Allie, what we had, was love. I can promise you that. No one in the world will ever be able to experience what we had. What we have. They will love, but not as whole-heartedly and selflessly. They won’t feel the stinging pain that occurs for every second you are apart from one another.
But, Allison, I am truly sorry for whatever it was that I have done to drive you away. I am sorry if it seemed I didn’t love you enough, but I can assure you that I loved you more than I have ever loved anyone or anything. I loved so much it hurt. Thank you for laying in the street with me, thank you for being a bird, thank you for loving me as much as I loved you, thank you for teaching me about life and love and companionship. I want you to know that I am grateful for the person you are and the person you shaped me to be. In everything I do, I will think of you. And I hope you’re thinking of me too. Smile at what we had and smile at who you are. Live everyday to its fullest and be genuinely happy. That is what I wish for you. Happiness.
I harbour no resentment towards you. I only have love and I wish the best things in the world for you. At the same time, I selfishly wish things could have ended on a different note. I am not bitter, nor am I angry. I find no fault in the decision you made because I can only see beautiful things when I look at you and only think beautiful thoughts about you and for you. Why? Because you are beautiful.