Sunflowers remind me of simpler times running through a field, the sun on my back, the wind rushing through my hair.
Roses the colour of blood or the colour of love. The thorns hidden beneath its beautiful surface may be a warning to those so eager to love. As much as it is beautiful it cuts and cuts deep when times get tough the thorns breaking skin and letting your blood run mixing with the petals of that beautiful rose.
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A dark night, A bright moon, A gentle breeze and twinkling stars.
Waves crashing, Curtains rustling
A lovely night so calm and perfect the moment forever saved in your head.
A night of bliss and a night of fun.
A gentle touch and a hearty chuckle.
Two bodies intertwined.
The night is a memory never too far gone.
Bodies pressed against each other.
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Endless panting sweat dripping down her back, his hand holding hers.
Legs raised and wrapped around keeping him locked inside of her.
The room filled with the sounds of his grunts and her moans.
The pale moonlight illuminating the couple locked in an intimate embrace.
His back is covered in scratches, her neck covered in bite marks.
Two bodies locked together.
An endless night of love, fun, lust.
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Life Is Tough
PoetryLife is tough it's filled with up's and down's and round's and round's. Not just as teenagers but also as adults. This is my thoughts and feelings spilled like blood on a battlefield but replaced with ink on paper. Life is tough and it's a daily...
