Let Me Count The Ways:
A Haiku Panegyric in Honor of This Glorious Image
first, there’s your eyes, their
expressiveness, and icy
blue, and then your lips
perfectly formed, for
kissing, which is clearly an
area of your
expertise. Your long
neck, so elegant, rising
from the outrageous
perfection of those
collarbones! And, your chest! Gods!
that light dusting of
fair hair on smooth skin?
All of this and I haven’t
Even mentioned your
Immense personal
charms! Amazing creature! are
trying to kill us?
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Quickly Doing the Math
There’s only one thing
he wants, and why else would
he have built this room?
(Source: rachel-puckermans, via luvtheaskars)
LOVE.
A Pledge
The joining of souls
in an exchange borne in faith.
A promise of love.
Attention: Meltdown Alert!
There are times when the
mindbending scope of your good
looks does not compute.
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Passions Revealed
A look, a caress.
Foreign laughter that delights.
An ease swells within.
They touch in her dreams.
Exposing their inner truths.
And so it begins.
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Maelstrom
Beneath shields of ice
lies a soul of hidden depths.
A woman’s love frees.
(Source: deanrwinchester, via switchbladekiller)
Reawakening
A heart that is shared
awakens a life long dead.
Love resurrected.
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Bound
My vengeance unmasked,
weariness besieges me.
Will there be escape?
The truth is revealed.
Freedom is an illusion
for a promise kept.
(Source: vulneratianima, via switchbladekiller)
Dear Beautiful Giant,
The sheer amount there
is of you is mind-blowing:
so much perfection!
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When you smile…
There aren’t enough words
in English to say how bad
I want to kiss you.
(Source: scorpiant, via imhereforsookie)
FACT:
There can never be
enough of Eric in a
top hat and cravat.
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Impediments
Separated by
burning silver from his love —
What else could stop him?
(Source: skarsgardpenis, via tempella)
I check everyday
for syllables of sweet love.
Nothing but crickets.(Anonymous Submission)
My dear Anon, thanks
for checking us every day!
Forgive us, I pray!
Sometimes lightning fails
to strike, and inspiration
Eludes us. Patience!