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You sit beside me
and I know
that I am sharing space
with
such a magnificent work of art
that could never want
to waste my sight
on anything less than you.
I can't help but notice
every little detail of your loveliness,
the way your eyes glow
in the moonlight,
how your legs churn heat out
against my palm,
the way your lips never
fail to make my thoughts
become no more than
repetitions of your name.
There is something
indefinable about your sensuality;
You lean back,
slipping out of your shoes
as you brush your hair back
and I
am overwhelmed
by how incredibly sexy
and gorgeous you are.
You always disagree
when I remark upon your allure,
but there is no denying
the absolutely indisputable fact
that you are
the most beautiful woman
I have ever been so lucky
as to lay my eyes on
and there is no image more majestic
than that of your eyes
inches from mine
in the darkness of a night shared
together.
and I know
that I am sharing space
with
such a magnificent work of art
that could never want
to waste my sight
on anything less than you.
I can't help but notice
every little detail of your loveliness,
the way your eyes glow
in the moonlight,
how your legs churn heat out
against my palm,
the way your lips never
fail to make my thoughts
become no more than
repetitions of your name.
There is something
indefinable about your sensuality;
You lean back,
slipping out of your shoes
as you brush your hair back
and I
am overwhelmed
by how incredibly sexy
and gorgeous you are.
You always disagree
when I remark upon your allure,
but there is no denying
the absolutely indisputable fact
that you are
the most beautiful woman
I have ever been so lucky
as to lay my eyes on
and there is no image more majestic
than that of your eyes
inches from mine
in the darkness of a night shared
together.
Literature
Angstxiety
I am work weak on Wednesday
in a heap of hangover and hesitation
with fingers on a phone haptically
actively anticipating feedback—
I need that why do I need that.
My angst and anxiety
is constant and courses
and throbs with a pulse
that demands concern
of a baby boomer crooning poetic
in the distance to call me antisocial, or you know,
you could just call me.
If being this busy in an age
of constant communication
feels like having slept
but not feeling rested,
I'd rather cancel my plans
like a responsible millennial
and go to bed.
Literature
the ghost
I don't know what I'm waiting for,
because I am a ghost and yet
I sit on my hands and wonder
where you've been -
I walk the forest in circles,
the methodical crunch
of leaves beneath my feet
and I remember
that you made me feel small,
and alone. here I am, facing
this brilliant hue that is me and myself
and I am the ghost but somehow
you are haunting me.
Literature
misalignment
our hearts became a pair
of unsynchronized clocks
a time-bomb never
meant to detonate;
i fell in love
then you fell in love
but it just wasn't
with each other
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You are so incredibly gorgeous... if only you could see through my eyes for a moment.
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