#errotic poem

[trystmmmwords]

After all this time,

I sometimes still crave for the recklessness .

The recklessness that took my life .

[wordslikewonderlust]

For You

Someday I want to be your everyday where we never get dejected over each others passion.

Someday your body will be sheltered from the storm of life against mine peacefully whenever you need.

Someday our hands won’t let go of one another entangled perfectly anchoring each other down.

Someday your smile will be etched in the grains of my memory so when I get lost you’ll tether me to safety.

Someday all my fears will melt away because of your cloudless eyes will always remind me that clarity Is real.

Someday my heart will flutter like butterflies in flight when you look my way with surges of warmth and adoration.

Someday my soul will know yours as the place I call my home where we can build ships and ride the tidal waves endlessly.

I will wait tirelessly for our someday. I don’t know when it will be. I hope you will too.

[laissez-fire-oh]

Heyy love, I'd like to participate in your test your intuition game and from the pics the things I got is that you are a very aloof kind of person (not saying that you are a loner or something...but you're comfortable being a individual and just being with your own self) Having peace is your upmost priority?? Trying to find peace in music, books, nature, love helping others?? Little bit secretive, introverted. Very much kind and friendly but reserved at the same time. Very simple. I also got that you may like philosophical stuff, romantic movies, songs, poems, errotic stuff, wattpad??? Lol. That's all I had to say let me know if anything resonates. Thank you <333

Hiii!! I'm going to reply you under the red more cut so that those who wanna guess still can :)

I'm also a loner tbh lol, but yes I'm aloof - a common aquarius. I crave peace, especially peace of mind, and yeah I might use music and nature to distress (honestly, I can't read anymore, it's been 2 years basically and I'm soo upset). I love helping others. I'm secretive and introverted, but I try to be as friendly and welcoming as I can. I love simplicity. I love music so yes, also some poems; romantic movies, it depends tbh. I used to have a wattpad account lol. Ty for trying this out!! and congrats, you got a lot of correct stuff<3

[darkwingsnark]

OH! One more thing about ‘Hunting of the Snark’ and I’ll be done. But I want you guys to know I did an ugly laugh over reading that people were arguing about the gender of the Beaver in the poem. People want to argue that they’re a she, because of the ‘slight errotic nature of their relationship’. One guy got defensive over them being a he, because, going off the bellman’s rule of three, they referred to the beaver as such three times. To which the author of the annotation argues ‘back in their day, he would be used instead of going ‘he and she’ when referring to different genders.’

Meanwhile, I’m just jokingly thinking ‘we stan a non-binary beaver, y’all’.

[Also noting that the author’s comment on ‘he replacing ‘he or she’’ seems bonkers, when Carroll uses the word ‘they’ throughout when describing multiple crew members. So the text must be referring to the beaver, singular, who Carroll defines as male. It’s okay, you can call the beaver and butcher gay. Carroll tends to write pairs like that throughout his stories.]

[whatsupitsthatkai]

A lot of old style dances are hella errotic. Hrll, theres even a quote in a webseries called carmilla about waltzing "partners face to face, chest to chest.. It was 1698, it may as well had been s*x"

So tumblr never notified me about this ask and I was HELLA confused about why you sent it and then I remembered that I reblogged that gifset of the Victorian dance (can’t remember the movie atm lol)

And YEAH! There’s something so intimate about dancing, and I actually wrote a poem about it lol

[trystmmmwords]

I close my eyes and imagine touching your face. Oh what a beauty ! His lips, his eyes, his whole fucking face. I can recognise him just by the touch. My baby, my love.

[trystmmmwords]

I have written millions of letters just to burn them at the end.

May the ashes whisper you my words.

[trystmmmwords]

You sway like the cold breeze kissing my neck.

I can't see you yet butyou send chills down my spine.

[trystmmmwords]

I felt like burning the whole city down where you lived. I felt like breaking the walls of the building you lived in. I was so livid, bewildered, dreadful, miserable and broken. You shattered my whole world and you didn't apologize properly. The last time I saw you was when I handed you over a hand written letter by me and you didn't even care to call me and tell me how you felt. I cried day and night, loathing my existence. Prayed to die and then god turned my life upside down...

[trystmmmwords]

I wonder if you still look at the sunset and feel the breeze a little too cold because it whispers the death of me and us to you and crawling chills down your spine.

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[trystmmmwords]

I want a love that feels like robbers by the 1975

[trystmmmwords]

Its like a war inside my head. The noises keep me up all day but nights are scariest because its cold and it feels like death is whispering poetry of my hearts murder.

[trystmmmwords]

My life was incomplete without him.

And his was complete without me .

Story ends.

[trystmmmwords]

You me

me you

I am constantly jumbled with these two words.

May be because I want to shuffle some more letters and transform it as a we or us and lock it forever.

bye

[trystmmmwords]

I am sometimes appalled by the truth behind every person. Not that I am afraid of knowing ones true personality but some people amaze me how low they can go when it comes to defend their evil side. I have met so many people in life and everybody left a different imprint on my heart. Some gave me traumas for years and some kept me in darkness. On the other hand, there were folks who held me strong. No matter how difficult or crazy my decisions were they stood by me, even though they didn't understand a word about my story. I lived for those people for a long time and will forever appreciate their kindness. My path is my path. I have planted thorns, I have planted sunflowers. Some days I bleed the consequences and some days I shine brighter than the sun. I will never stop walking on the path I created . I keep learning people and smirk at the gods creation. Maybe learning about the world I live in is the meaning of my existence.

I pen it down and wonder,

wonder beyond the clouds,

Wonder beyond the seas and

Wonder beyond the galaxies.

[trystmmmwords]

The other worldly🌼

How long do we hold on ? Before the strings break and slit your tender connections with everything and everyone. Its shitty how we have hopes even after all the massacre of our feelings, the world keeps proving that its not worth it to breathe next second and have hopes. Why is it so difficult ? Why do we go blind or blurry when it comes to see the reality. May be its because you see the sinners around you are happy, happier than you are. What did they do to deserve it ? Break hearts and writing betrayal letters. How is that justice to people like us, who never pray for themselves but their loved ones. Or are we destined and born to serve others and die as a martyr? Thats stupid and unfair. What did we do deserve all the heartbreaks of the world. Commitment is a mirage in a desert and depression is our constant friend.