Tag: craving

I’ve spent the past 4 years surrounded by nothing but noise, yet it’s still her silence that speaks to me the loudest.

~ taylorfinn0810 ~ 1 Comment

She kisses with that glowing touch; A muted, thin breach of confidence. A kiss laced with smiles, Wrinkled noses, a million words Expressed in two lips Meeting over an exchange of hearts. The sort of kiss that fills you up, Rushes blood throughout your body; A kiss to replace the rhythm in your chest That … Continue reading I’ve spent the past 4 years surrounded by nothing but noise, yet it’s still her silence that speaks to me the loudest.

If ever I find myself falling in love again, I hope it comes as one big wave; I’m tired of drowning slowly in sweet nothings.

~ taylorfinn0810 ~ 1 Comment

She touches you with two hands, And she cradles you in a lover's whisper. She outlines your face in her right; Slow motions, etching into the tips of her fingers The curves you never knew you had.   Her left makes its way toward your ear, And the fire starts in your blushing cheeks, Burning … Continue reading If ever I find myself falling in love again, I hope it comes as one big wave; I’m tired of drowning slowly in sweet nothings.

On clear nights I stare at the sky and make a wish to those billion year old lights, and it’s the same wish every single time. 

~ taylorfinn0810 ~ 9 Comments

I want to live in a place where my heart feels...weightless. I want to know the type of hug that feels warm, like summer air against your skin. I want to find myself lost in thoughts of fireworks and pancake breakfasts, snowball fights in January and chocolate filled Halloweens. I want to look forward to … Continue reading On clear nights I stare at the sky and make a wish to those billion year old lights, and it’s the same wish every single time. 

Melting this craving into true hunger, I now starve in my cyanide affections.

~ taylorfinn0810 ~ 1 Comment

Pierced through my skin, as sudden as a hornet’s sting, The lingering sensation left on my hands by his stroke. My lips wither outside of his taste; O does my body know How to turn desire into true demand. What once was a wish now boils in my blood, Looms over my waking dreams, cradles … Continue reading Melting this craving into true hunger, I now starve in my cyanide affections.