#poems on desire

[alliwanttodoiscollectpoetry]

Hands & holding

tongues & clit

go well together

Ntozake Shange

[simplyjustagirlsblog]

franz kafka i love you

[stallionromance2]

Bend over in front of me more and show that burning sensation between your thighs so that I can give it its due from the blows of my giant, who almost exploded from the force of his expansion to embrace you with madness of longing.

🔥🤤

[flowerytale]

Ada Limón, from "The Widening Road", Sharks in the Rivers

[lucidloving]

All writing by me: @lucidloving

"Prayer for Mercy" // "Letter XVIII" // "For Another Day" // "Letter IV" // "This Could Outlast it All" // "Letter XII" // "Letter in My Drawer" // "Dimples"

[luthienne]

Naomi Shihab Nye, Transfer; "Morning Birds"

[metamorphesque]

  — Penelope’s Song, Louise Glück  

[text ID: Who wouldn't want you? Whose most demonic appetite could you possibly fail to answer?]

[fawnaura]

Natalie Diaz, from Postcolonial Love Poem

[depraved-raven]

truth is,

i think about our hands a lot:

yours in mine,

my cold palm pressing

against your warm hand,

our slender fingers intwined

with each other

think about the things

that we can accomplish together

hands were made for

building and creating,

and i cannot wait to see what

my hands can create with yours

— unknown

[notfavghost]

I want to hear my name on your lips, over and over again.

[alliwanttodoiscollectpoetry]

Ono No Komachi

[stallionromance2]

The sleepy scent of your perfume

Between the corners of your breasts you excite me

To commit lovemaking

[psykopaths]

Would you travel to another dimension to taste my lips,

Would you love me for a lifetime where others have left in few minutes.

Would you be mine and breathe life into me,

As I'm wandering in this limbo my skin feels numb and my eyes can't see.

[taitavva]

[Worlds in Worlds — Danusha Laméris]

[ivynightshade]

fatima aamer bilal, from all hunger is, is love.

[text id: oh, how i would pray to get sick so my mother would take care of me.]

[luthienne]

Reginald Dwayne Betts, from Felon; “Night”

[Text ID: Listen, who hasn't waited for something / to happen? I know folks died waiting. I know / hurt is a wandering song. / I was lost in my fear.]