If a writer falls in love with you, you can never die. That’s what they told you from the very start. If an author pines for you, you’ll be immortalized in their words. Your eloquence will be captured in their prose as they strum at the chords of your heart and kiss the innermost chambers of your naked soul. So let me take off your clothes and take you in my arms.
Let me enfold you. Let me take your heart in my hands and feel it beat my name. Let me be the air that fills your aching lungs and swells within your chest. I’ll breathe life into your soul and be the man who basks in a beauty far greater than his own. Throw your bones against mine and feel the solidarity of my embrace. Let my kiss your skin, stroke your hair and settle your racing mind.
You are poetry in motion; a landscape of flesh so exquisite that to lay my trembling hands upon you causes my heart to skip a beat. I am nothing more than a foolhardy wanderer determined to claim you as his own. You are the fluidity and grace that course through my life as surely as blood passes through my veins. So let me enfold you. Let me take away your pain.
Feel my hands on your hips, my fingers tracing the contours of your curves. I’ll kiss your dimples and run my fingers through your hair. Feel my lips on your neck as I whisper my hopes, dreams and desires against your skin. No words could ever describe the beauty of your cheeks as they burst to life with a rush of blood to the head. I want you to lose yourself in my eyes. I want to be your reason to breathe.
Let me feel you writhe beneath my sheets as I take your breast in the palm of my hand or interlock your fingers with mine. Let me devour and defile you as I pin your hands above your head and leave teeth marks against your skin.
You are divinity incarnate: a woman of heavenly beauty. Angelic in poise and grace. So let me encompass you in my arms and show you what I have yearned for. Let me worship the ground beneath your feet.
Embrace my warmth as I set your world on fire. Watch the flames of my passion rise and fall with every kiss and every touch. Feel the euphoria wash across your skin and cause your hairs to stand on end as my hands grace your delicate surface. I’ll tease your goose bumps and watch them prickle beneath my fingertips.
Let me peel back the layers of your soul and quell your innermost fears. I long to make love to your flesh. But it’s your mind that I crave the most.
So open your heart and take me inside. Tell me your innermost insecurities and fears. Let me take away your pain and carve my name into the chambers of your soul. Let my love enfold you as I capture your magnificence in my prose. You are poetry in motion; the apple of a writer’s eye. So throw your bones against mine until we become one. Let me take your heart in my hands, let me feel it beat my name.
190 thoughts on “You”
This read was definitely a nice way to start my day. Thank you.
❤️ Great writer
Wow & mmmm, lost for words (a rare moment) – breathtaking.
Such beautiful words.. !
It is rare that a piece of writing can make ANY woman reading it– regardless of age, sexual orientation and/or relationship status– feel more desirable, seen and adored. Beautifully written with just the right touch (please pardon the pun) of urgency. Truly breathtaking and lovely.
This is beautiful…
Truly one of the best things I have ever read….ever!
I’m left vulnerable and wanting after reading this. Naked while clothed. It is eloquent and lovely and intimate. Beautiful.
After you had liked one of my posts, I have taken the time to read through your blog and have really been enjoying my evening. You are a wonderful writer.
Reblogged this on Sentranced and commented:
So, I read it…and wow! I mean, so beautifully written that I just had to reblog it. Kudos to Chris Nicholas. 🙂
I am truly speechless; this is just awe-inspiring.
Reblogged this on A Wife Apart and commented:
Just had to share, because . . . wow
Wow you’re really good with words. I almost got lost in there.
Okay, *fine*! I’ll follow you!
Your words are extraordinary; so intense and divine. I loved it.
Thanks for the like on my latest post. I am glad I stumbled across your site because all the posts I’ve read thus far are beautifully written especially this one.
Chris you are an amazing writer. You are like the modern “Mark Anthony”
i cannot stop reading your stuff…. this so addicting.
Thank you. I’ve been a little quiet lately so that I can finalise the editing process of a new novel that will be released early next year. But I’m hoping to get back into blogging more regularly again soon.
Have you ever thought of making a book out of poems you wrote? I’d love to hear more of your thoughts about love, life, and heartbreak.
The idea has crossed my mind. But I’ve never really considered myself to be much of a poet. It might be something to consider in the future, but I need a lot more practice with poetry before I ever dare to put something into print
If ever you do, i’d love to read them. Your two latest posts really touched me. The raw emotions were so heartfelt and… something I cant explain. Keep it up. 😁 i hope that future might be sooner than later.
This is lovely. I wish a writer loved me!
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Reblogged this on Emilie Seckinger and commented:
Wow. As I began reading this I felt it in my soul. My breathing became heavier. My heart raced a bit faster. Written extremely well. I’m breathless.
Maybe you should specify somehow that by ‘you’ you actually mean your female reader. I went through a couple of paragraphs before I could realise what sort of shit I was getting myself into
As a breath is stolen and another heart beats in the chamber of the chest, a soul is seen by the naked eye. Some say the eyes are the doors to the soul but perhaps only a single touch of the flesh could cause a fire roaring from it, showcasing the whole. Another blink of an eye, another moment not seen, yet all moments kept in this web time spins. Except perhaps the eyes of a lover, a writer, can jot down those moments into words, as a passion brings down the walls of the body, two beings mold into one and then into infinite. This love we say is a void we can fling it into and it will disperse into an unlimited meaning. Such as this post you have written, perhaps can be another spark for a passion of mine. Thank you for the inspiration.
Oh my heart …
It takes brilliance to capture the reader with the first thoughts, to bring them into the words,have them feel your thoughts, anticipating the next line with everything they are and want to be.
Wow… this was absolutely breathtaking
Hope you’ll continue writing in 2019 as well. Thank you for caring. Have a great day!