#Eros

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  • luchingbakshetrimayum 1w

    An excerpt from my poem "DEAR"
    #love #poetry #poem #poetry #eros #care #writers

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    Dear.

    She left me as the spring came!

    But all she left with me

    was the Scars of poetic!

    thought healed through poetry.

    _luchingba Kshetrimayum
    ©luchingbakshetrimayum

  • seraiah_smiles 12w

    L-O-V-E
    (Title)

    God is love (1 John 4:16); and God is infinite (1 Timothy 6:16). By His generosity, by His grace, He filled my open cup inasmuch that it overflows with love that never runs out. He filled my fleshly heart with love that comes from the well of water springing up into eternal life. Brimming, I can only—joyfully, willingly—share this love unto others:

    • to my dearest family:
    ^^Storge^^
    • to my dearest brother—always and forever—kuya Ry:
    ^^Philia^^
    • to the one that catched my heart, my dearest Billie:
    ^^Eros^^
    • to all humanity be it in the past, present or future—my brothers and sisters in Christ;
    to my dearest Lord, God and Savior, Jesus;
    most of all, love is not that I loved, but that God loves me and everybody:
    ^^Agape^^

    (P.S. to all the angels of the one, holy God, I love you too!)

    ~ ~ ~

    #LOVE #types #typesoflove #Storge #Eros #Philia #Agape

    #God #is #love #and #infinite #Godislove #Godisinfinite

    #share #angels #family #Ry #Billie #everybody #Jesus

    This is my 300th post. ��
    This is posted on August 2, 2021 at 5:55 PM.

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    L-O-V-E

    ©seraiah_smiles

  • seraiah_smiles 18w

    #heart #eros #agape #ode #love #God

    Literary #refrain

    Credits and thanks to Grant Whitty for the photo.

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    My Heart

    Many a person mentions heart to refer to love.
    I may give my heart to a partner, wholly,
    But above all, simultaneously,
    My heart belongs to my Lord God.

    My heart belongs to my Lord God.
    ©seraiah_smiles

  • charlieka 26w

    Devoted

    the lunar blob packed a punch and made me a devoted disciple
    tho I stole only a tidbit
    of a glance I'll be burning and bathing in slavar of Eros all night


    ©charlieka

  • rodney 37w

    Strolling streetlights bounces off your incandescent skin.

    Babe, come sit on me.

    Babe, come rest your head on me.

    Babe, let the world run on its own.

    Don't carry all of earth's burdens;
    Come, and I'll ease what is enchaining your freedom.

    Come to me, and I'll caress your braids to kiss your neck and shoulders.

    Let me heal you of all your doubts.
    Let my kiss to suck all that's making you scowl in anger.

    Let me de-stress and re-engage your senses to where they need to render.

    Skin to skin;
    In-between.

    All the love that blooms to appease your cream.
    All these and more until you clasp my shirt,
    Unbutton my heart to dive within.

    This night and every other night;
    This light and every other street light;

    Escapes the window, right through the curtains swaying to the post summer cold breeze;

    To rest on your skin.

    As I immerse my life to emerge as clearer than I could've ever been.

    ©rodney

  • lil_allawonder 62w

    Let me Sit Awhile

    let me sit awhile,
    as i journey into the world
    of your passions
    through the flamed-up portal;
    your eyes.

    let me sit awhile,
    watching your starry smile spread
    from your new-moon lips
    into your eyes,
    as you recount rapturous tales
    of things that make you tick.

    so i'll sit for awhile.
    at the riverbank.
    and my retrospective net
    will cast again in my mind's eye
    to harvest memories
    of us.

    ©lil_allawonder

  • tracey8737 69w

    Unconditional Love

    When I think of love and it's meaning, my thoughts immediately go to you my friend. I never knew that I would be blessed to experience it in my lifetime until you came into my life.
    ❤ Storge, Philia, Ludus,
    Pragma, ❤ Eros, ❤ Philautia, and ❤ Agape.
    You have shown me the meaning of love...the True meaning. That love that is, Unconditional Love.
    Now can I tell you how I feel...
    ❤ I Love You More ❤ Than ❤ You ❤ Know...
    Always and Forever!
    ©tracey8737

  • bellemoon99 74w

    Temptation

    Your lips are instigating so many forbidden thoughts, who would have known?
    You tamed my demons and sparked my flames, I know you and I aren't playing any games.
    Are you my savior or my damnation? Heck, who cares? As long as you keep being my temptation.
    ©bellemoon99

  • bluewordsforbluebirds 77w

    I found myself believing the Greek mythology in my early years
    The goddess Pistis ( the embodiment of faith) made me believe
    They aren't the all powerful beings we presume them to be
    They're all our emotions, fears, demons, place we go to, everything..
    But with separate faces

    In my growing years I saw a patron in Artemis, the Greek Goddess of the Hunt and the Moon,
    Her eternal maidenhood struck me
    She needed nobody to complete her which fascinated me
    (okay she's still my patron)
    Everytime I looked at the moon, I imagined her
    In her silver chariot, riding the stars

    Next was Athena, the Goddess of wisdom
    Her everlasting knowledge and she besting her fellow gods,
    I wanted that, I still do,
    But I, a mere child, having no recognisable talent.. was stumped,

    Poseidon the lord of the seas
    Has always had a special place in my heart,
    The blue waves, calm waters, the land unknown,
    Impacted me in waves which can't be told.
    I started to identify myself with the unpredictable and untamed waters.

    As I grew up, I met Achlys, the Goddess of misery and pain,
    She made me encounter demons
    worse than those from the depths of Tartarus
    They attacked me, tried to kill me
    And there were times, I gave in

    Aphrodite, the Goddess of love bestowed a curse upon me
    I thought I found my Eros, and my life came to a standstill
    But it was Thanatos, the God of Death in disguise
    And my whole life was torn apart
    For death and love aren't so different

    But the God I still believe the most in-
    Philotes, a minor goddess, not much recognition
    The first I heard of her, I learnt
    This was all I needed all along
    The Greek Goddess of friendship, provided me with a living Elysium
    I was no longer in the Fields of Asphodel
    Walking, crying alone.. No.
    I might have even reached the Isles of the Blessed
    Now I could even have even roamed the
    endless pit of Tartarus without giving in
    The demons were still there, Yes.
    But now they were afraid to touch me
    And I haven't looked back since..

    #greekmythology #friendship #love #death #greekgods #poseidon #artemis #athena #pistis #philotes #tartarus #thanatos #eros #achlys #elysium

    @writersnetwork @mirakee

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    ©bluewordsforbluebirds

  • sarahrachelea 78w

    One day
    I believe
    We will give and receive
    Our agape, philia, storge and eros
    For each other
    In a three-dimension space
    At the divine time
    In the name of God

    - Yo Creo
    ©sarahrachelea

  • bloodmoonblue 85w

    Ágape & Eros

    ©bloodmoonblue



    1 -Suena un lamento lleno de gotas
    2- que ensucian una impoluta imaginación
    3- gotas desesperadas violetas y azules.


    4- Son como las lágrimas.
    5- que se desvanecen de un ágape puro.
    6 - para volverse un impuro y doloroso eros, la nieve se marchita.


    7- En tus ojos has encontrado soledad
    8- Querida flor resquebraja ¿Qué eres hoy?
    9- Un dolor profundo o tal vez un amor sonriente


    10- Querida doncella que sonríes sin destino
    11- Y con egoísmo arrebatas pasiones fugaces
    12- ¿Tan grande es tu dolor?


    13- Destino, enseñame, me guías por un camino
    14- de suaves y tiernos pétalos ágapes o
    15- ¿cargas mi andar con espinas
    16- de un intoxicante eros?


    17- Ven ahora vida mía sé mi guía con estas letras
    18- Y enseñame la tonada inmaculada y corrompida
    19- con la que ahora danzaremos.

  • _wandering_enigma_ 87w

    Eros's Path

    My heart beats with fearful wanting,
    As I trek down eros's path breathlessly panting,
    While the trees conspire and whisper of stories,
    Of those lost in time and of future histories.

    I hear no sound of rushing comfort,
    I smell only the fragnance of sweet hurt,
    I see no end to this valley as I slip,
    I taste only defeat on my lips.

    The stars say hello as they turn to dust,
    And I fall into the sensuality of lust,
    For beauty layed with the destination,
    And well worth the path I trode on.
    ©_wandering_enigma_

  • wallflowermusings 90w

    It obsesses me
    the colour of your lips,
    the smell of your hairs,
    the touch of your skin against mine;
    mesmerising,
    intoxicating,
    divine.
    My fingers playing with your pubic hairs
    my lips kissing and
    my tongue tasting you,
    your hands grasp my hairs
    pushing me deeper into you.
    Your voice euphonious
    when you moan
    when you bite me and
    call my name.
    Amidst the buzzing and humming of hormones
    I search for more,
    more than that is known
    discovering a pleasure unknown
    and this pleasure obsesses me.
    The impressions you left
    on my back and neck
    I do not want them to fade away
    because they are not some bruises or marks
    but art that you gave me.
    Poised somewhere between
    heaven and hell
    we love, fuck
    and have each other.
    -Wallflower
    .
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    .
    .
    #lust #desire #eros #poetry #poems #mirakee #erotica
    @writersnetwork @laine_ @mirakee @mirakeeworld

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    //it obsesses me//
    ©wallflowermusings
    (Piece in caption)

  • wallflowermusings 90w

    Come here, naked I lie.
    Come here, I believe you.
    Come here, and
    Ink my arms- one with my favourite sonnet of Shakespeare; and the other with poem of my beloved Rumi;
    Calligraph my collar bones with sher of
    Ghalib and Zafar;
    Paint my back of my favourite art of Vincent,
    The starry night that is.
    Come here, and
    Put some gold and neon on my scars
    I want them to shimmer in the sunlight
    And glow in the dark
    For I am not afraid of them
    Nor of those who gave them.
    Come here, and
    Draw the planets, stars, constellations, and every
    Minute thing space and time have seen
    Just above my vag
    For I am the creator, I am the universe.
    Come here, and
    Tattoo your name
    Somewhere around my left breast where
    You can feel my heart beating upon first touch
    With hues of red, orange, yellow, green, blue and purple.
    Come here, and
    Lie beside me when you are done.
    Kiss me,
    And taste how good your art is
    And let the art know how good its artist tastes.
    -Wallflower
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    #lust #love #eros #erotica @writerstolli @writersnetwork @laine_
    @mirakee @mirakeeworld #love #poetry #thoughts

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    //come here, naked I lie//
    ©wallflowermusings
    (Piece in caption)

  • psychobitch 92w

    The morning visitor

    That night
    When the moon shined on us both
    And made your skin silver
    That night when you raised my legs above me
    And used your weight to keep them apart
    That night when you dragged me
    roughly to your self
    That night when you dropped your òrôgun (stirring stick)
    inside my hot pot of amäla,
    The sound it made I can't comprehend in English
    only in the tounge of my mind
    The feeling I got...
    If I had let it out, then perhaps the walls of the room would have helpt in Writing
    But the sensation made me shut my mouth with my hands_
    it was so strong, I feared I would cry
    That night when I finally made you cum, for the first time in our two times of love making
    That night...
    Now I wish that night of pure passion never got corrupted with the morning dew
    Because with those drops came your goodbye
    ©psychobitch

  • chaozdesigner 96w

    2DAY V PŮL 3 RÁNO

    (3AM)

    CO SE TO STALO?
    NĚCO SE STALO!
    V PŮL TŘETÍ RÁNO!

    NÁHLE SE NEVÍM CO
    JAKOBY NEVÍM PROČ,
    ALE ÚPLNĚ ZASTAVIL
    ČAS.

    NIKDE ANI ŽIVÁČKA
    NIKDE ANI HLAS
    NIKDE ANI ZVUK
    JEN SAMÁ TMA

    JEN TAKOVÝ KLID
    VŠUDE JEN SAMÁ
    A ÚPLNĚ TMAVÁ
    ČERNOČERNÁ
    ABSOLUTNÍ
    TMA.

    A V TOM NÁHLE
    TAK TROCHU NEČEKANĚ,
    ALE MOC MILE
    PŘÍJEMNÝ POHYB.

    A ČAS SE NÁHLE
    ZASE ROZEBĚHL
    A BYLO TO
    ROZTOMILÉ.

    A TAK SE TO STALO
    BYLO TO BRZO
    BYLO TO RÁNO
    BYLO TO V PŮL
    TŘETÍ RÁNO
    A BYLO TO ROZTOMILÉ.

    #HOWGH
    ©chaozdesigner

  • chaozdesigner 99w

    MOTÝLÍ KŘÍDLA

    (i) MOTÝLCi mají KŘIDÉLKA ...

    UŽ ZASE jsem VENKU odvalil
    PO RÁNU takhle kámen
    (moje oblíbená to činnost)
    a najdu motýlka
    tam dole naspodu
    sedí si nehnutě
    a křídla má sevřená.

    Trošku ho pofoukám
    tím ho i zahřeji
    a už hned svá křídla
    otvírá zavírá
    je to jen HRA
    jen zlehka je přivírá.

    ABY se neřeklo!
    ABY nebyla docela
    OTEVŘENÁ
    ABY nebylo zcela
    OTEVŘENO.

    Netrvá dlouho tak
    a ranní rosu pak
    skrápí CHCA NECHCA
    velice příjemný, osvěžující,
    oslavný, úlevný, vydatný
    A JIŽ OČEKÁVANÝ
    MÁJOVÝ DEŠTÍK.

    RANNÍ ROSU SKRÁPÍ TAK
    HURÁ MÁJOVÝ OSLAVNÝ DÉŠŤ!

    PRVNÍ KAPKY
    VYSLANÉ TRYSKEM TAK
    A UŽ HNED PAK
    NA RANNÍ ROSU DOPADÁ
    PŘÍJEMNĚ OSVĚŽUJÍCÍ;

    A BYV OČEKÁVÁN TAK ÚLEVNÝ
    JAK JEN DOKÁŽE SKVĚLÝ
    BÝT JAK PRÁZDNINY OČEKÁVANÝ
    RANNÍ PRVNÍ DÉŠŤ.

    MOTÝLEK PŘIVÍRÁ SVÁ KŘÍDLA
    NETRVÁ DLOUHO A JSOU
    ZAVŘENÁ A ZMÁČENÁ
    ZCELA.

    MOTÝLEK LEHCE ZNAVEN
    PO RÁNU MOŽNÁ
    i LEHCE ZMATEN
    VYPADÁ PŘESTO
    CELKEM NEUNAVEN.

    Myslím, že když
    když přejde ten déšť
    MOTÝLEK ZCELA JISTĚ
    ZAS VE SVÉ KRÁSE
    BUDE ZCELA JISTĚ
    PŘIPRAVEN.

    Roztáhne svá křidélka
    střízlivě A JAKOBY
    stydlivě neochotně,
    ale ZÁROVEŇ směle
    nastaví je,
    hřejivým pohledům
    SLUNÍČKA.

    ABY HNED PAK
    ODNESL JE JEN TAK
    A ODLETĚL S NiMi
    LEHOULiNCE
    A JEN TAK TAK
    DO NEBÍČKA.

    A NEBO DO PEKLÍČKA?

    MYSLÍM, ŽE KAŽDÝ
    Z NÁS VÍ, ŽE NEBE
    JE NEBÍČKO
    A NĚKDE ŽE JE i PEKLÍČKO
    A TAM STEJNĚ ALE NEZEBE
    A V TEPLE SE STEJNĚ
    PŘECI JEN PĚKNĚ JE.?

    #HOWGH #erotico
    ©chaozdesigner

  • parthenope 121w

    Alaricus Knight is not a real person. He is one of my favorite character from the book called ' Meum Miraculum' written by palepinkferriswheel available on wattpad.

    Alaricus is a werewolf and his wolf's name is Eros.
    Though Eros is the most terrifying werewolf he acts like an innocent little puppy when he is around his mate. Also Eros loves being kissed.

    The love they hold and the way they feel for their Amara. It made me fall in love with them.

    So this one is for Alaricus and his wolf Eros.

    #parthenope

    #alaricus #eros #amara #character #werewolf #love #poem #piece #his #her #their #wattpad
    #dedicated

    #mirakee #pod #rwu #writersnetwork #mirakee_reposter

    @mirakee @readwriteunite @writersnetwork @mirakee_reposter

    #virginvoice

    @shit_speare

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    Alaricus Knight

    My hands itched to touch him.
    He had a wolfish face on
    So ragged such a turn on
    And let's not forget his puppy eyes
    With innocence swirling in them
    His hair so shiny
    Looked so..
    Oh blimey!
    My hands itched to touch him.

    ©parthenope

  • ascetic_amenuensis 123w

    My midnight cravings_
    Chocolates, ice-creams &
    YOU.....
    ©ascetic_amenuensis

  • sarertnoc 127w

    te busco y te encuentro
    amarrada y todo
    cera caliente
    tocando tu hombro
    piel frágil
    y sensible al tacto
    no puedo esperar
    a sentirte un rato

    ©sarertnoc