She knows That words are torments So she begged of Him to write

I write to Touch your Eyes

Who am I? the monster repeated, still roaring I am the spine that the mountains hang upon I am the tears that rivers cry I am the lungs that breathe the wind I am the wolf you are expecting to devour you I am words on your notebook

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What did my fingers do before they touched you?

I know . But I like to hear you say it.

He locked you up because he knew the bastard knew what a treasure you are. That you are worth more than land or gold or jewels He knew, and wanted to keep you all to himself. ― Sarah J. Maas, A Court of Mist and Fury

A kiss Could Cut you In million pieces

Only water can kiss me everywhere all at once and you. .

I know you do

I carry your heart (I carry it in my heart)” ― E.E. Cummings

Try something different. Surrender. Rumi

This is love: to fly toward a secret sky, to cause a hundred veils to fall each moment. First to let go of life. Finally, to take a step without feet. Rumi

I choose to kiss you in the wind… For the wind is gentler than my lips, I choose to hold you in my dreams… For in my dreams, you have no end. Rumi

What you seek is seeking you. Rumi

EVERY WOMAN SHOULD KNOW... where to go... be it to His kitchen table... or a charming inn in the woods... when her soul needs soothing... ― Pamela Redmond Satran

Life is nothing without a little chaos to make it interesting. ― Amelia Atwater-Rhodes, Demon in My View

Came and

There are places Where lips envy And hands couldn’t dare Find me there

By night, Love, tie your heart to mine, and the two together in their sleep will defeat the darkness ― Pablo Neruda, 100 Love Sonnets

ain't a diver, but I want to dive into your deep warm emotions Hareem Ch, Breaking a Pledge

Kiss me

There is nothing either good or bad, but thinking makes it so. William Shakespear, Hamlet #ShakespearSunday

I am your moon and your moonlight too I am your flower garden and your water too I have come all this way, eager for you Without shoes or shawl I want you to laugh To kill all your worries To love you To nourish you ― Rumi

Time and fate

Because you’re The morning Sun The Moon And the silence In my crowded world

The mountains are calling and I must go. ― John Muir

Let the moon Shine Let me Feel your light

Tell me

Lips brush soft and warm,
Fingertips dance light as air,
Touch ignites the soul.

Am always trying To hide you From the light, and Keep you safe In my darkest thoughts But the moon Claims you Always the moon Always you

I am not sure that I exist, actually. I am all the writers that I have read, all the people that I have met, all the women that I have loved; all the cities I have visited. ― Jorge Luis Borges

I envy The moonlight On your pale skin

Join me

A woman's heart should be so hidden like a treasure Sleeping in the darkness of the ocean that a man has to dive there just to find her

When the world becomes dark you always carry the moon in your hand for me

Home is Every place You’re touching me

The Riace Warriors (also referred to as the Riace bronzes or Bronzi di Riace) are two life-size Greek bronze statues of naked, bearded warriors. The statues were discovered by Stefano Mariottini in the Mediterranean Sea just off the coast of Riace Marina, Italy, on August 16, 1972

Me and you

Happy Tuesday 🖤🤍

“You’re my gravity. Nothing in my world works without you.” “Gravity,” he whispers, a slow, beautiful smile curving his mouth. “The one force we can never escape,” I tease.” Rebecca Yarros, Iron Flame

And when they hold on tighter We need to let go the grip again

He who is not satisfied with a little is satisfied with nothing. Epicurus

Held

It's not who you are underneath, it's what you do that defines you

I want to eat the sunbeam flaring in your lovely body, the sovereign nose of your arrogant face, I want to eat the fleeting shade of your lashes, and I pace around hungry, sniffing the twilight, hunting for you, for your hot heart, Like a puma in the barrens of Quitratue ― Pablo Neruda

If you remember me, then I don't care if everyone else forgets Haruki Murakami, Kafka on the Shore

She is exactly the poem I wanted to write. Mary Oliver

when He met her Love moved in and poetry was born

Feed me With hunger