Anonymous asked: Stop answering anons, come over, tie me up, and take what is yours between these thighs. :p
graciouswords: For you my sweet I walk these city streets by silent night, the world around me sleeps not I, for still your love I seek though feet now bleed, my body weak but still each night I roam this shadowed land collecting stars within my hands so when we meet you’ll understand your every wish comes true in the unity of our palms.
If that’s poetry, I’m a goldfish eating wafer biscuit!
graciouswords: Experience has left scarred eyes, my sweet perception, tainted by another’s hand a fragile heart, that weeps with every beat, and trust, like hopes and dreams, a foreign land. If not your heart then share with me your pain and let me bear the shadows of your past, so love may cast it’s guiding light again and happiness be truly yours at last.
graciouswords: and now, my every thought and each one in between is consumed by your touch, your taste, by the dream that dreams no longer be,but unfold in your arms and your eyes and become the reality of careless whispers, of sweet surrender, of love.
When You're Gone
graciouswords: In the absence of your warm embrace smiling eyes, beautiful face luscious lips, heavenly curves angelic voice and eloquent words . I gaze out my window through tired heavy eyes as pearlescent raindrops permeate skies Fluffy grey storm clouds gather in numbers awakening lightning and rapturous thunder Drowning in puddles my thoughts are consumed by the echoes of...
graciouswords: Etched upon her skin, the remnants of a broken past fade beneath the weight of feathered touch. Fractures tended tentatively by tender kisses, warming breath and silent whispers; reuniting heart and soul with hopes and dreams and love renewed. Lay with me a moment longer, within my arms, within my heart till stars return and hide beneath your eyelids and the moon highlights...
graciouswords: Tonight, I feel you. I feel you there, where here is not; and I feel you in the twilight hours as night’s granite rests heavy on my eyes, and sleep, sleep is no more present than your warming breath upon my neck. Tonight, I feel you. I feel you there, where here is not; and I feel you in the lurking shadows that celebrate my loneliness, unwelcome guests, consuming the emptiness...
Snog, Fuck, Marry or Avoid? C’mon then!!
graciouswords: Maybe you should follow this blog; http://invisibleinknomore.tumblr.com/ Maybe someone has decided 10 poetry features a day doesn’t quite suffice. And maybe they have decided to create a space for their own personal features. I rarely re-blog so the blog linked above shall be where I re-blog the pieces that I want to feature. This shall be my unofficial feature blog.
graciouswords: How soon the serenity of silent night succumbs to the harmonious melody of the morning songbirds serenade, where dreams dreamt dissipate in the sighs of a satin pillowcase.
How soon the serenity of silent night succumbs to the harmonious melody of the morning songbirds serenade, where dreams dreamt dissipate in the sighs of a satin pillowcase.
Take away the Top Contributor section and have a system in place that limits the number of times a writer is featured, to once per fortnight. Not only will this stop Editors continuously featuring the same writers (or friends) but it will also ensure the Feature Tag plays host to (a lot) more of the unheard voices that lurk just below the radar.
Perfection is flawed but aren’t we all?
I’m glad I didn’t scare you all away after posting my nudes. : )
graciouswords: Nestled safe, between embracing palms, cocooned within our hopes and dreams, the life our melded hearts have planned, ”Forever” threaded through its seam. Challenges we’ll meet along the way, each one faced, together, hand in hand, from your eyes my own shall never stray; loving you is all I understand.
Anonymous asked: Assumption: You are shy and very scared of getting hurt.
Anonymous asked: I assume sex with you would be quite sensual and satisfying if I were not to spend the entire time worrying as to whether or not I will end up as one of your poems.
as she turned to me and smiled her eyes spoke of a love I’ve never known.– (via graciouswords)