Tag Archive | lesbian poetry
Please realize it. Ain’t gotta say it no clearer. You’re not what I want. Your call’s coming it, I just keep pretending not to hear it. See your name, of course. Leave it alone. Quit beating this dead horse. I’m no ones, definitely not yours.
Can’t expect someone like me coming. And I expect someone like you to take off, running. If we can both be open to receiving love, then Let’s start off as friends, And see what that brings in the end.
Could you be mine? Would you even be mine? Is it even worth it, to try and cross that line? Assume, it could be great. All we both ever wanted. Could we even date? Did we already call it? Spoken like it’s set in stone, Friends is what we agreed on.
Can’t claim you Fuck, you know that I’d love to Somehow need to thank you For being such an angel Liking me for me, the way it should be Worried that you’ll be fleeing But it’s yet to been seen Stay with me and keep pretending Evening after evening Like this is never-ending Want your […]
Don’t need no lady to drive ME crazy. Alone, it doesn’t faze me. Baddest at their worsts, Got me running even faster, Kicking dirt on the way past her. With one, there’s less room to hurt. Purposefully save face and worth, Hold and grasp to the concept of loving me first.
Giving it all, physically Grasp me, kiss me with your hips against me Let’s fist-fight mentally Misery, regretting all the ones we’re missing Wake up with me, West of the Mississippi Pretend we’re both still pretty, Disheveled from the night before Looking brand new when the daylight light glows Stay just a while While we […]
Broke. Horny. Hungry. Addicted. I’m needy! Fuck me. Feed me. Baby, please please me! Conflicted. Want it all. Everything. Help me get up? Help me recover? Help me relearn how to love by acting the part of a lover? Give me attention. Teach me more lessons. Broken, so hold me. Mend me, been fending for […]
Curve of your chest, Boasts the petite broadness in your shoulders. Expose a little more flesh, Tonight, affairs are in order.
Watching her polish those apples, forearms bulging. Is it obvious to the world? To anyone else at this far-too-posh farmers market? How everything, every-where in this room just looks like pure sex? Fuck. I can’t help it. Fuck. I haven’t in months. There might be cobwebs if my organs weren’t still pumping full-fledged hormones in […]
Only meeting more that I’ll eventually have to let go. It feels like such a waste of time, in retrospect. Hours spent pillow-talking. Minutes passed learning each others history. Time together sharing thoughts, hopes, fears and heavy breathing like there just might be some kind of meaning to believe in. Ooooooooh, these women, man. They […]