Photo Taken by: =Barfly-Dance Models: Sara & Talal Tools used: Canon 350D + PhotoShop
Spoken Words
kisses from the rose, kisses from heaven, kisses like feathers falling from the wings of an angel, soft and tenderly tingling the faded soul, awakening and reviving.. captured and stolen, with pleasure and temptation, tasted like a divine flavor from the lustful desires, some has tasted it, some hasnt, and some are yearning for it... its warm and wet, yet it drowns you in thirst, lips dry as you long for more, its a dreamy feeling, sometimes a breathe taking, the first is always last.. the best.... never forgotten then it becomes addiction, seduced to embrace those lips, going for insanity, yet standing still, a kiss... how can I describe it?? I wud call it the key of a lustful escape for satisfaction, I'd call it the chain of unleashed desires, the secret whispers of the forbidden... the unspoken, these emotions rushing through your veins, endless longings, yearning to kiss those lips again... OBSESSED to have them so bad, you start losin ur mind, possession taking over... you can not think straight anymore.... all you want is.... all you think of.... you keep repeating that thought over and over in your head.... two words... "they're mine" the sin of greed rises, as you're starving .. to feed that passion in you... you drown in daydreams again... wondering, are you ever gona have that heavenly pleasure again.. are you ever gonna be able to have that delicious kiss again... even though the one ur longing for is surrounded by distance...
The amazing moment... Just before the kiss when the lips are so close that you can feel the breathe of the person you love but still not touched to each other. This is the magic moment of the kiss and I so love in... Just my point of view. The picture is amazing.
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The word "lie" is right there, in the middle of the word " beLIEve..," Am I the only one who is sad because of this?
I really like your poem. It's faboulous and breath taking. It makes me think of what my best friend been through, it literally makes me cry. Keep up writting poems.
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Love is a poison, it hurts and it kills slowly ... it means the world is full of saddist as me ...
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