Frenzy

 

What is love?

Love is a complex and multifaceted emotion that holds immense significance in human experience. It encompasses a range of feelings and behaviors characterized by:

1. Intimacy: The closeness and emotional connection shared with another person.
2. Passion: Intense longing, attraction, and desire for the other person.
3. Commitment: The decision to maintain the relationship over time.

Here are some key points about love:

• Love involves care, protectiveness, attraction, affection, and trust.
• It’s not merely an emotion but also an essential physiological drive, akin to hunger, thirst, and the need for sleep or sex.
• Researchers debate whether love is primarily biological or culturally influenced.
• Different types of love exist:
  • Friendship: Based on liking and intimacy.
  • Infatuation: Intense attraction without commitment.
  • Passionate love: Marked by idealization and constant physical closeness.
  • Compassionate/companionate love: Trust, affection, intimacy, and commitment.
  • Unrequited love: Loving someone who doesn’t reciprocate.
  • Twin Flame: A lesser-known form related to soulmates.

In essence, love is a profound force that shapes our lives, relationships, and understanding of the world. 🌟💕

looking for some fun

 

Tendres Cousines

 

The Little Things

  

The Little Things

it’s the little things
i wanna do with you.

i wanna run and bathe
in the rain with you.

i wanna stay up all night
with you.

i wanna cook nutritious meals
for you.

it’s the little things
i wanna do for you.

i wanna hand-picked
roses for you.

i wanna play the fool
for you.

i wanna be there for you.
i wanna do all these little things
just for you.

Silent love

 

Love me

 

Why do you need attraction?

 Why do you need attraction? Why do you need to be attracted to anyone? Why? Attraction is random and pointless! It's unscientific for people to be attracted to each other. You're just being stupid for stupidity's sake! Grow up and get over having crushes! It's just stupid, so stop it!

  

Pascal

Ma Chère Rose

© Sutekh Adamah

If I was to read for you, My Dear Rose.
A poem of beauty, as only few words could show.
Like Picasso as a writer, let me paint your body.
A whisper of grace and elegance, without noise of gaudy.

See her breast cupped; stretch the stitches of her blouse.
As if swollen with milk, my flame only her water could douse.
Lingers of secluded comfort, like a forest cottage house.
My fingers warm between her soft cleavage, like a hiding mouse.

Her nipples harden from my whispers in the air.
As her body heats up, her sweat gives off a scent so rare.
Undress her body, sounds of her clothes as they tear.
Like electric musical notes, rise from her body like hair.
No other woman has ever had a skin so fair.
Like a roses petals, no other flower could compare.
Taunting Eden's apple, as if to rival a pear.

See her sway her thighs and hips.
Like a rose in the wind, petals swell from the tips.
Softest leather feel, back arched like a crack from the whip.
Tall smooth legs, like a mast of a ship.
And the rain on her sails, taste of honey to lips.

Your arms like shields, rose's petal points lifted.
Touch of your fingers, ten angel pianists, heavenly gifted.
Easily make a man's emotions feel shifted.
Dancing in the mind of every dream he has drifted.

Those smooth long legs spread like the wings of a flyer.
Inner thighs speak a truth that would mute a liar.
And drip sweet smelling nectar that excites a man's desires.
Like an addictive drug, that makes him only want to get higher.

Her smooth bottled neck, over her soft shoulders
Holds a face of beauty, eyed in all beholders.
A rose lost in the forest, graceful, triumphant, and wild.
Enchanted mystic youth, pretty, majestic, like a fairy's child.

Beautiful arms even Hercules could not grace.
Like two pythons, leave a man breathless in embrace.
And the pressure they do impart,
Have the power to forever imprison your lover in your heart.

I could never forget her sweet smelling perfumed hair.
Blowing in the air as if God's winds, were trying to stare.
Her eyes which contact made you frozen,
Put you in a spell that made you swear that you were chosen.
Trapped in fleeting notions,
Her lips tasting of Love's potions.

If I was to read for you, My Dear Rose.
A poem of beauty, as only few words could show.
Like Picasso as a writer, let me paint your body.
A whisper of grace and elegance, without noise of gaudy

Source: http://www.lovelifepoems.net/love-poem/ma-chere-rose-french-for-my-dear-rose

[i Carry Your Heart With Me(i Carry It In] E.E. CummingsBy E.E. Cummings

[i Carry Your Heart With Me(i Carry It In]

By E.E. Cummings More E.E. Cummings

i carry your heart with me(i carry it in
my heart)i am never without it(anywhere
i go you go,my dear;and whatever is done
by only me is your doing,my darling)
                                                      i fear
no fate(for you are my fate,my sweet)i want
no world(for beautiful you are my world,my true)
and it’s you are whatever a moon has always meant
and whatever a sun will always sing is you

here is the deepest secret nobody knows
(here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud
and the sky of the sky of a tree called life;which grows
higher than soul can hope or mind can hide)
and this is the wonder that's keeping the stars apart

i carry your heart(i carry it in my heart)

E.E. Cummings. "[i Carry Your Heart With Me(i Carry It In]." Family Friend Poems, 2006. https://www.familyfriendpoems.com/poem/i-carry-your-heart-with-me-by-ee-cummings  

Cute pigs

 

"Bird-Understander" by Craig Arnold

 

2. "Bird-Understander" by Craig Arnold

These are your own words

your way of noticing

and saying plainly

of not turning away

from hurt

you have offered them 

to me    I am only 

giving them back 

if only I could show you

how very useless 

they are not

The raw honesty of Craig Arnold’s poetry makes ‘Bird-Understander’ an easy pick for our list of the most beautiful love poems. In this piece, Arnold recounts a moment with his partner that makes his love grow even stronger. The language is simple yet evocative, putting a strong metaphor in the reader’s mind and facilitating a deeper understanding of Arnold’s feelings.

.Kissing King

 💗

Kissing King

she draws me in with
lips that’s
tender and succulent,
she keeps me glued
with the slow flow of
her honey flavors.

her kissing is celestial.

with every smack
of her lips
with every gentle kiss

she keeps me
wanting more
and more and more.

she has transformed me
into a kissing king.

Rumi

 💗“I choose to love you in silence…

For in silence I find no rejection,

I choose to love you in loneliness…
For in loneliness no one owns you but me,

I choose to adore you from a distance…
For distance will shield me from pain,

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

Love is impossible

 

love is cute

 

[O were my love yon Lilac fair] Robert Burns

 

[O were my love yon Lilac fair]

Robert Burns

O were my love yon Lilac fair,  
  Wi' purple blossoms to the Spring,
And I, a bird to shelter there,  
  When wearied on my little wing!
How I wad mourn when it was torn         
  By Autumn wild, and Winter rude!
But I wad sing on wanton wing,  
  When youthfu' May its bloom renew'd. 
O gin my love were yon red rose,  
  That grows upon the castle wa';    
And I myself a drap o' dew,  
  Into her bonie breast to fa'!
O there, beyond expression blest,  
  I'd feast on beauty a' the night;
Seal'd on her silk-saft faulds to rest,
  Till fley'd awa by Phoebus' light!

👅Vladimir Nabokov, Lolita, Chapter 35, The Poem

 💓Vladimir Nabokov, Lolita, Chapter 35, The Poem

Because you took advantage of a sinner
because you took advantage 
because you took 
because you took advantage of my disadvantage
when I stood Adam-naked
before a federal law and all its stinging stars

Because you took advantage of a sin
when I was helpless moultng moist and tender
hoping for the best
dreaming of marriage in a mountain state
aye of a litter of Lolitas

Because you took advantage of my inner
essential innocence
because you cheated me--

Because you cheated me of my redemption
because you took
her at the age when lads
play with erector sets
a little downy girl still wearing poppies
still eating popcorn in the colored gloam
where tawny Indians took paid croppers
because you stole her
from her wax-browed and dignified protector
spitting into his heavy-lidded eye
ripping his flavid toga and at dawn
leaving the hog to roll upon his new discomfort
the awfulness of love and violets
remorse despair while you
took a dull doll to pieces
and threw its head away
because of all you did
because of all I did not
you have to die