I just feel you

L is not for the way you look at meo is for everything that’s not mewoe is meb is for everything beautiful outside of my realmno need to search for it deep in my eyesit takes a million years to get there, and to see ithiding behind all this is beautybehind the barricade of lipsthat

Beautiful man

Beautiful mancome greet me on rammed earthen stepscall me with the sweetest namesthat when you speak, the vines grow and flowers bloom between you and Ithey twist and tie around my wrist, ever so gentlyand sprout goosebumps on my delicate skinkissed by the sunand your ever so subtle coos Shower me with pleasuresof your raw

Witch

It’s hard to land a dude when you’re a witch, she thought. She looked outside of her cottage window towards the woods where the guy she’d been eyeing on for years stood. He stood near a hilly terrain and conducted business with several other men there. The witch sighed and looked at herself in the

Fire in her eyes

I like my women with fire in their eyes a quirk on their face and an ocean of wisdom in their soul he said

Or are her lips moist, and red, like a pomegranate

Beautiful day

Because I thought I was cool, I took a DJing class in high school. I had greater aspirations back then. It didn’t go very far in life, but it was mostly a joke anyway. One day in class, we had to play a quick song sampler of our choosing. For some reason, “beautiful day” was

If you turn this world into a beautiful place, it can be

Variations

Over populated world So many variations of you and me Each of us that meets the other In the odds that we do encounter Crack open, and spill into each other So willingly and completely My, it’s such a beautiful thing  

My man, meadows

The sea side is far from here. The meadows sway in their own faint little tunes. This grain matches my mustard color sweater. I like the color of the sun; the way the light reflects across the sky in beams and touches my sweater. If you were to look closely into my eyes, you’d see

Subtle beauty

There are some people who are strikingly beautiful the moment you rest your eyes on them. But you, it took me days to find you attractive and now you’ve become so intoxicating that I just can’t get enough.

Love from the inside

You’re a lover of beauty, but I absolutely love it when you draw ugly things. It’s like dissecting through me and tantalizing on the hideousness, unevenness, asymmetries, quirks, faults and mistakes. It’s gutting my pain, and somehow finding a hidden rainbow From splatters of chaotic colors. I love it when you see it; these bursts

Magical bird

In my childhood, I saw something on TV that stuck with me. This guy entered an empty house full of… birds? They flew around in slow motion. They shined. They were women. It was a house full of beautiful women. They smiled and they greeted each other silently. They walked around in slow motion. He

Your beautiful laughter

Your laugh is so genuine and hearty, it brings a smile to my face. I want to tumble down hills that echo, cover, fill, and ooze with your laughter. Rolling in its sweet highs and lows, surrounded by fluttering butterflies, sun beams, swirling mists, and my ever deepening want to hang onto you with my