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Da me a tua maoDá me a tua mão,
Deixa-me pô-la na minha face,
Sentes este calor?
É o que sinto por ti.
Deixa me pousá-la no meu peito.
Sentes esta batida descontrolada?
É o efeito que tens em mim.
Deixa-me levar te dentro de mim
para lá das máscaras e dos sorrisos sociais.
Sente o tremer dos meus joelhos
quando te aproximas de mim,
o arrepio a percorrer-me a espinha
quando me falas ao ouvido,
as borboletas no meu estômago,
quando me olhas no fundo dos olhos
e o nó na minha garganta
quando quero expressar o quanto te quero.
Dá me a tua mão,
deixa-me pô-la na minha,
e entrelaçar os teus dedos com os meus
no silêncio, no escuro, num lugar só nosso.
Sentes esta força?
É o laço inexplicável que me une a ti.
QueroQuero abraço, calor, carinho, amasso.
um fôlego quente na minha nuca,
deitar na relva com a sombra de uma cara por cima da minha.
Quero paixão, daquela que me deixa com os joelhos a tremer,
quero prazer de uma carícia nos meus recantos mais escondidos
quero não ter de explicar o quanto gosto que me mexam aqui,
mesmo aqui no fundo das costas.
Quero lamber dedos com malícia
e olhar sugestivamente por cima dos meus óculos.
Quero sentir uma mão na minha face durante um beijo
com língua, e mordidelas no lábio e arrepios na espinha.
Quero me entregar no abandono de uma noite de sexo escaldante
que se transforma em mais uma queca matinal ainda rouca da noite anterior
antes de ir trabalhar de directa com o meu corpo ainda a pulsar de deleite
e quero tentar não corar e rir qual adolescente quando me lembrar de tudo à frente de pessoas
e suspirar por mais, e aiar sem que ninguém saiba por quem.
If you'd let meIf you’d let me, I would swim in the black sea of your hair…
engulfed by the sweetness of your smell,
with the air of you everywhere like seaweeds surrounding me.
I would drown in the darkness of your eyes
and not care if there was no way back from this bottomless well
of wisdom and compassion.
Please I beg of you, look at me once more.
Like that first time…
That way, like you could have saved my soul.
Like I am one worth saving.
If you’d let me, like your quiet little cat,
I would curl into a little ball of person on your lap.
and purr appreciative of your warmth and caresses
just like there was a little humanity left inside me
lighting up when I’m around you.
Please, I beg of you, embrace me once more.
Like that first time…
That way, like you could keep my life from draining
Like I am one worth living.
Midsummer Night's DreamThe sun sets on my heart, I can see a faint glow coming from the hills.
I want to leave my closed up room.
roam around in the night to go after that faint light
it looks so quiet and constant no bright flashes, no neons, just a guiding light in the darkness
a milky way rising on the horizon. leading my eyes to the stars.
without realizing it I feel my feet in the water,
In this pond in the dark I see your light like a star shining down on me.
are you looking for me in the dark too?
or am I the only one trying to reach the other side?
I grasp with my hand as far as I can to try and catch your light
And I wake up with a sun beam on my face like you were never there.
Like darkness never existed at all.
And the memory of your light fades
so I won’’t miss you in the sunlight.
Through The Looking GlassI just wanted to follow you through the looking glass,
and see what was on the other side...
I wished so hard you’d take me down that rabbit hole with you,
but you never invited me in for tea...
so by myself, I just kept dreaming about it,
I kept imagining it, to save my life.
To give me something to wake up for every morning.
Expectations of a very merry unbirthday of sorts,
and all of our “maybe-nothings”, “certainly-not-somethings”,
pulled me back to life.
Picturing myself on the other side of the mirror,
in that make believe world, just kept me alive.
The hard part was waking up by the river bank,
figuring that all this was but a dream
and having no one to share it with.
Because that loving, caring, version of you,
had stayed on the other side of this mirror I now sat in font of,
watching the sparkle of pearly tears falling ever so slowly into the abyss of my chest.
Preciso do cheiro da tua peleNão fales, não olhes para mim...
Aliás, fecha os olhos
Dá me só dois segundos! enquanto eu sinto o teu respirar ofegante
no meu lábio húmido.
Deixa-me passar a mão pela tua barba por fazer
Enquanto a outra vagueia entre o teu peito e os teus ombros.
Não tenho coragem...
Sinto o teu corpo estremecer quando hesitante suspiro no teu pescoço
perto da tua orelha...
Abres os olhos, traído,
pegas na minha mão, como quem se defende de um estalo.
e afastas o teu corpo do meu
Quero dizer algo engraçado, para esconder o meu embaraço,
mas as minhas faces ruborizam-se
e os meus olhos se enchem de lagrimas
antes mesmo que o som saia da minha boca entreaberta.
Fitas-me, encaras-me nos olhos, incrédulo, num segundo que dura horas.
Quero morrer de vergonha e a todo o custo procuro a minha cara impassível e estóica.
Mas as pernas querem ceder-se-me debaixo desta sens
Dark HorseIt didn't even feel like falling.
The air around us was so light.
Might as well have been dying.
Gravity suddenly reversing.
While in my head I took flight.
Charming doesn't quite describe it.
Wilting? Old-fashioned? maybe fusty.
With no need for a friend like me.
You just catered to your hollow.
I made you out to be this dark horse.
Expecting the unexpected from you.
'cause between us I felt this intense force.
Except in my heart deep down I knew,
You were no knight in shining armor.
Now you've dropped it on the floor.
But once given, no takebacks, no encores,
A broken heart won't grow back, there's no cure.
Although with smiles I proceed and pretend
Some things, alas! You cannot mend.
Blue RoomI, I sleep in your bed
but now it don't feel the same
for you, was it just pretend?
were we always only friends?
In your blue room
he, he came into your life
I helped him tell you something nice
you knew he was quite the catch
even I thought he was a match
in your blue room
but the softness of your skin, I can still remember
the sweet smell of your head just under the covers.
You don't know what you've got 'till it's gone
and I, I sleep in your bed
but it don't feel the same
You, after all the times we shared
still belong to another man
in your blue room
Cold Polite WestNo sleep
In the desert of your eyes.
That deep stare down
A duel of hearts
Where the last man standing
Is no winner at all...
Whips to the flesh
Cut deep through the soul
In this silent bloodshed
Both aiming for the heart
Stone cold killers
Saturated SeductionSaturated Seduction 7/23/14
You appeared to me in a dream.
You exist only in my enigmatic imagination.
The moon was heavy that night,
drunk with the power of the sun.
Pulling and pushing the tides
like my vacillating moods.
I swim through this vast ocean
of unrest searching for
a place to call home.
I created your face
to give me comfort.
I carved out your being
to fit perfectly with mine.
Your hair danced like fire even
though the sea consumed you.
Sometimes my dreams are lucid -
most times I forget.
But you linger like an after image -
as a flash of a camera in
my watery eyes.
You stay with me on nights
of uncertainty - when all my
doubts bombard and petrify me.
I am rooted in place, too
frightened to move...on.
If you were real it would feel like a dream.
I would never wake.
Eternal slumber has a nice ring to it.
When We Said Our Goodbyeswhen we said
i did not blame
breaking my heart
making petty claims
throwing my gran's china
ripping up pictures
demanding custody of our cat
but i do blame you
every single one
we were a
Love Always PerseveresSometimes
You just have to keep on
Throwing paper airplanes
Until someone turns around
Sends one sailing back to you.
A strong and broken man.A strong man is defined by his vows,
and he had bled for his.
Years could not age what he had swore,
and she wished he had sworn for her.
A captain of honor and virtue
damaged by his hope.
She struggled with his obsession
and grew jealous of it.
Was she not worthy of his regard?
Not a symbol for adulation?
Could she not tempt a loving word,
or even break the skin?
The stronger the man the worse the break,
and what was he if not broken?
Hope had scarred but did not mend
the loss he bore on his back.
She felt his eyes recede
and knew he thought of her.
A woman that had won his strength
and lost it to his ambition.
A man who loved so purely
it reflected in his crimes.
He felt the loss so deeply
it imbedded in his skin.
She never knew herself
to crave a hopeful man.
But she loved him for his vow,
and wanted him to break it.
I thought that my feelings
Were guided only
By the desire emanating
Between my legs
Now I realize
That it goes
Far beyond that
My heart pounds ferociously
At the mere thought of you
I want my body
To melt into you
Feel the waves of love
Crash against the shore
Of my once battered body
Sweep me up
Into your tide
I want to drown
In a sea
Of your love
Asphyxiated by desire
You are the only one
Who can resuscitate me
Your lips against mine
Bring me back to life
My LoveI am so exhausted
Loving you from afar
I don't even know
What you look like
But I am completely
In love with you
Whoever you are
You are the total package
A perfect mold
Of my deepest and darkest desires
Honest to a fault
Masochistic enough to love me back
Intelligent enough to know you shouldn't
But so deeply in love you can't help it
God, how I want you
I've never had to beg before
But I would for you
I would swim in an ocean
Of broken glass
Just to get you to look at me
But you can't be real
Such perfection can't exist
But I love you all the same
I simply can't help myself
SMIH ONE PIECE MARCO
Just as you and the other girl were about to pick your sticks to draw form the bag, a strange presence approach the Thousand Sunny. You turned around to see a man dressed in purple. He appeared to be blind and used a stick to feel his way around the ship. You had no doubt in your mind that this newcomer was Fujitora.
"Excuse me, is it too late for me to join the game?" Fujitora asked, walking up to Sanji. He looked around and saw that since Marco was the only person left between you and this other girl, so mathematically, one of you weren't going to have a turn. To make it fair, Sanji would have no choice but to allow Fujitora to join.
"As long as you promise to not bring harm to the ladies..." Sanji warned holding up the bag to Fujitora. "Put an item in the bag that belongs to you. Don't let the girls see it."
Fujitora nodded and reached into his pocket and pulled out his item. He kept it hidden within his fists as he placed it inside the bag.
"Alright ladies~! Now we have enoug
We kissed last nightWe kissed last night
In my dreams
Not my first dream-kiss.
First time with you.
You took my face in your hands
And looked at me with tears
Then our lips touched
Not wet, but dry
I didn’t speak
But I smiled
We did it again
The dream-kiss felt good.
That was a first.
It surprised me
Then it felt awkward
People were watching
But only I felt weird
Because I enjoyed it.
Of course you did
But could we do it in real life?
Would it be as wonderful?
Or as awkward?
Someday we might want to
But could we?
We’re both girls.
Esperei uma eternidade para te ver passar...
Esperei uma eternidade para te ver passar...
E quando chegaste, ainda à distância, sorriste, e o tempo parou.
Olhaste me no fundo dos olhos e deixaste me com arrepios na espinha...
Sem nunca perceberes que tinhas estado no meu coração esta eternidade,
que ele acelerou quando te deixaste abraçar.
E que quase parou quando foste embora
sem me dares a esperança de te poder voltar a ver.
Tinhas tido um dia, uma semana, um mês, um semestre louco,
E ainda me perguntaste com tanta paciência como estava a minha vida louca.
Ouviste me falar e desconversar o tempo todo
Sem nunca desconfiares de que o que eu queria era comunicar contigo sem palavras
e que ansiava pelo toque da tua pele, como o deserto por água,
e pelo sopro do teu fôlego ao meu ouvido como a canção mais doce da noite.
Por mais que sempre me tenhas pedido para te contar o que sinto e o que vivo,
Ainda não estás preparado para me ouvires falar do como me fazes sen
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