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smiley-sapphic · 2 years
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I smile when I think about her.
She was holding me the other night and my heart was racing. I wonder if she could feel it. My stomach was doing back flips; like elegant dives off the high board. I couldn’t fall back to sleep. I stayed awake for I’m not sure how long. I tried many different tactics; counting, slow deep, elongated breaths, relaxing each part of my body. Nothing worked until out of reflex, she squeezed me tighter.
I long to tell her that the thought of never being with her, losing her in any way, not being able to hold her how I want- brings tears to my eyes. Makes me want to crawl deep into a hole and sob.
I think I really do love her.
Something I thought I wasn’t capable of because I had never felt it before.
Now that I know what it’s like I want to bathe in it.
With her.
Only with her.
I want to write sonnets for her. Songs for her. Write endless love letters about each fantasy I’ve had of her. Kiss her so slowly. Spend hours in her bed, wrapped up and caressing each other.
She makes me giggle like I know a special secret. I’m my happiest running through my memories with her.
I feel lost when she subtly tells me she doesn’t need me as much as I need her.
Out right hearing that would be my ending.
I’m afraid she’ll carry on as if nothing happened.
Happy in her own world without me in it.
I want her to have every happiness but I want to be apart of that. I want to be the one to bring that smile to her beautiful, perfect face. She looks as though she was cut from marble. Yet so soft and gentle.
She always has this glow about her.
I know I stare seconds too long for it to come off as platonic.
I can’t help it.
I love her.
She has shown me emotions I’ve never felt before.
I feel fear, a type I didn’t know existed.
Not being enough for her.
Not bringing the same happiness and nervousness, joy and giddiness she brings to me.
I want her.
But it’s more than that.
I really love her.
My first.
She’s my Sophia.
My Hannah.
I love her.
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brattypuppywifey · 10 months
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This is something I wrote about meeting @dommediary for the first time over a year and a half ago🤩🥰
*I don't really care if my grammar or punctuation is off 🤣🤣
⚠️CW/ VERY GAYYYY ⚠️🤩🤩👇🏻😏
Okie dokie I warned you!🤣👀
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How can I exist so close to you yet so far away too?
Gosh, my brain has gone to all sorts of naughty imaginative places today.
Crazy trips through my emotions, wrestling to stay sane and present in my body, ...I just want you to kiss me.
I'm not sure I can breathe properly anymore.
The image of your body seared itself inside my mind.
I'm not even mad about it...
What I'd give to be able to twine myself around you tonight...just kiss me please
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Today I get to meet you finally, you've been my only waking thought and at night you keep me awake with thinking about you
...just kiss me please
I'm nervous, I'm nervous, because I'm afraid my sapphic brain won't remember how to speak normally and will have an issue with processing that you are so close to me.....
...just kiss me please
I bought you flowers that made me think of you, they are pretty and delicate, yet unique and bold, the color is an amber array of purplish pink, but all I want you to do is...
just kiss me please.
I so badly want to kiss you, but just as badly I feel my brain has turned to pulp and all of my memories of how to kiss someone seem to have vanished...just kiss me please.
I want to grab you by the hand and go running into a field of soft grass and wild flowers, I want to kiss you passionately under the blue of the sky, and white of the clouds, I want to put a flower behind your ear, and curl a lock of your hair around my finger, fuck...just kiss me please.
Update:
We kissed. It was amazing. We lost track of time and kept kissing. We wandered through a beautiful park, arms wrapped around each other. Pausing every few minutes to kiss and look at each other. Don't ever stop kissing me please.
*Ahhhhh gayyyy noises 🥺😍🤩
I love kissing her more every day 💋💋🫦
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valentineslvr · 2 years
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i want to love a girl.
i’d hold her hand walking down the street, smiling at her while forgetting the world around us. i’d dance with her to ‘until i found you’ and ‘my kind of woman” and sing the lyrics to her, meaning every word. i’d bake her heart cookies and write her cute little notes, telling her how much i love her and how proud i am of her. i’d take her on bookstore and record store dates, make her playlists and annotate her favorite books. we’d do each others make up and have matching nails. i’d gift her her favorite flowers and play some silly little songs on guitar to her. i’d make her paper rings and listen to taylor swift with her. we’d share clothes and watch our favorite movies together. i’d love her with my everything and make sure she knows it. i want this delicate love, this pure and loving connection, something i could never get enough of.
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kalliopeastra · 1 year
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Poem for her 💛 • • I literally JUST wrote this so I hope there aren't any mistakes I missed. • • • • #writersofinstagram #poemoftheday #poetryisnotdead #poems #poetsociety #poetscorner #poetsclub #poetrycommunity #writingcommunity #writersblock #writersclub #writerscorner #poetsgram #poetsoftrinidad #poemgasm #sappic #sapphicpoetry #poetrygram https://www.instagram.com/p/CpdUCoMvXwM/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=
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womenlovingwords · 1 year
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I used to look at bigger bodies and think
"God I'd hate myself if I looked like that"
And yet here I am.
And I wasn't wrong.
- @womenlovingwords
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emilydickinsonswife · 11 months
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#sapphic #wlw #lesbian #sapphicpoetry #wlwpoetry #lesbianpoetry #original poem #love #poetry
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ravensandramune · 4 years
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a sapphic poem/spoken word piece
Things i don’t tell you:
Once my therapist asked me when the last time I felt safe was. I thought for a while and gave her some answer about when I was ill as a child and my mum would stroke my forehead, and whilst this is true, I couldn’t stop thinking of you the rest of the session. Because the truth is, with you is where I feel safest.
Those times I drunk texted saying I love you? I wasn’t drunk. I had definitely drank a little, but not nearly enough to so melodramatically confess my feelings. If only it was socially acceptable to soberly declare your love for a girl- am I right?
I can’t eat caramel desserts without thinking of that day in July when you kissed me and I could taste the salty-sweet toffee flavour on your lips and your tongue and my lips and my tongue. Caramel became my favourite candy after that, and I think it still is. 
 Every time you mention feeling ill or feeling sad or anything negative a part of me breaks and reassembles itself so I can attempt to fix the problem from afar. Whenever you’re in a good mood, the butterflies in my stomach dance with joy and I can’t stop myself from smiling.
At night, all the moments in which I could’ve held you or kissed you or touched you replay in my head like an mp3 with only one song, or a broken record player repeating the same melody with slightly different adjustments- a bittersweet lullaby of love and nostalgia.
Since that autumn goodbye, I’ve slept with the teddy you gave me without one night away. Thinking about how you clasped my hand that day, and looked at me like I was your favourite thing in the world, thinking about the way you blushed and looked at your socks as you handed it to me, it makes everything a little better.
I still love you. I think I always will.
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eleopoetry · 4 years
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Sapphic without tittle #instapoet #sapphicpoetry #poetrycommunity https://www.instagram.com/p/CGHxMFmAp7l/?igshid=l86ln9e08t61
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pluvio-pluto · 5 years
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First attempt at sapphic poetry (more or less)
They told us our lips were never meant to find each other
That it was a sin if our hands were on each other for more than a few seconds
They told us to stop
Our parents told us that the neighbors would talk
We were just best friends, we shouldn't have been holding hands
We were just best friends, they say
They don't know
They don't know
That I left my window open on nights she was free
That she knew how to climb the vines under my window 
That she had incredibly strong arms so she could lift herself into my room 
and grab my hands
and kiss my cheek
my forehead
my lips
They didn't know she snuck back out my window at four AM
When the sun was barely blinking
When everyone was asleep
They didn't know she had kissed my cheek goodbye 
As I mumbled an 'I love you'
They didn't know she liked to brush and braid and play with my hair
After my shower
Because her teammates stressed her out
My family didn’t know where I learned to braid my hair
I didn't.
There's so much they didn't know
And all we can do is pity them and their lack of love
They were invited to the wedding
They didn’t show
I guess they didn’t want to see two white dresses going down the aisle
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smiley-sapphic · 4 years
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Do you ever just sit back and imagine living somewhere in Europe in a nice spacious flat with your girlfriend where you can look out over the city from your terrace once you’ve rolled out of your king sized bed and as you share your hot morning drinks together she runs back inside to grab her Polaroid 600 and starts taking pictures of you until you’re both dying of giggles then as they die down you languidly start kissing and eventually end up back where you started that morning. *sigh* because I do.
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fenux45 · 5 years
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First I prayed,
For you to stay.
Then I begged,
For you to go away.
Slowly, I agreed,
To let you go.
Today, my only wish,
Is that you find happiness
And you’re okay.
N.G
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fondue-me · 4 years
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I’m finally done! I love this piece...back in the 1930’s there lived two school teachers. They shared a home, they went everywhere together, they never married and stayed at each others side until they passed away. . . . #painting #art #fineart #artistsoninstagram #artofinstagram #artwork #realism #acrylicpainting #americana #landscape #farmhouseart #americanregionalism #farmhouse #sapphicpoetry #sapphic #wlwart #lgbtart #wlw #artistoninstagram #lgbtq #lgbt https://www.instagram.com/p/B741YlrhenO/?igshid=1upkuq9jmf13x
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sapphic-unknown · 5 years
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as soon as I glance at you a moment, I
can’t say a thing,
and my tongue stiffens into silence, thin
flames underneath my skin prickle and spark,
a rush of blood booms in my ears, and then
my eyes go dark
- Sappho
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This is just a random *trashy* poem I wrote. It’s not really well written in my opinion, but I’m still deciding to post it. I mean I came up with the name first whilst drinking coffee, so high quality writing should not be expected. Full version on my instagram. #wlw #lbgt #girlswholikegirls #poetry #wlwpoetry #sapphicpoetry https://www.instagram.com/p/BpNvdnwgi1T/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=17goq7zo1711p
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Shining just for you 💞 Inspired by "Mirrorball" • • • • #poetscorner #rhymersblock #poetsclub #poetrycommunity #writingcommunity #writersblock #writersclub #writerscorner #writersofinstagram #poemoftheday #sapphicpoetry #wlwpoetry #poetryisnotdead #poems #poetsociety #teenwriter #youngwriter #taylorswift #mirrorball #trinidadwriters #caribbeanwriters #writersnetwork #writinglove #lovepoems https://www.instagram.com/p/CaLGAXgvKGe/?utm_medium=tumblr
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