CUSTOM POETRY by Olivia Bella
Below you can find a few romantic and sensual poems written by me. These samples should give you an idea about my writing style.
POEMS WRITTEN FOR CLIENTS (Shared with their permission.)
Sixteen years is a long time, they say. Yet some flames could wait for an eternity and never be extinguished.
Years stacked upon years like the wood he was leaning against the first time she saw him. Smoking. He lit up a cigarette and he lit up her heart. It was merely a remembering of who they really are to one another. In an instant he knew there was no other for him, she walked into the room like a dream – embodied.
Their bodies played with the fire, they burned and they devoured each other. But the summer came to an end and life returned to normal. His absence left a mark in her heart, something you can’t erase no matter how hard you try. A distance they couldn’t bridge at the time. Years passed yet their love remained. And one day, like out of a fairy tale, he made his way back to her. Divinely orchestrated – you could say it was fated.
Their love never faded. Sixteen years is a long time, they say. But some flames don’t obey the rules of time, they burn ever so bright through infinity.
Milonga del Angel
She walks into my dream, her red dress sensuously hugging her hip, her hand reaching towards mine.
As the opening accords of “Milonga del Angel” start to play, we tango across the candlelit room, our bodies guided by passion. The music stops and me, awestruck, waiting for her to speak.
Do you remember me? She asks.
And despite the mystery of her silver facemask, I know it’s her. Memories of wine tasting and charming streets in Paris come rushing back to me and make me want to savor her unmistakable essence.
We come alive once again in this lucid dance of our senses, her red hair bounces with every step we take, and I gladly become her instrument to play.
My Ultimate Destination (From my book ‘Spicy Dreams & Sugary Lies’.)
I was never courageous enough
to wander off too far from the safe shores
of my comfortable existence.
But for you,
I’d sail on ferocious seas,
I’d wade through wild jungles,
I’d conquer galaxies after galaxies,
just to travel to you.
‘cause you’re my ultimate destination,
you are where I need to be.
My Secret Fragrance (From my book ‘Spicy Dreams & Sugary Lies’.)
There is an undeniable urgency
in the way you seek my eyes,
the way you crave to be absorbed by my gaze
and dive into the depth of my soul.
No hesitation, just primal instinct,
a knowing that you belong with me,
your every move is a testament to a desire
greater than Earth’s man-made rules,
and even without a key,
you know how to enter me
before you completely submerge yourself
in my secret fragrance.
You dazzle me and I fragment into a million sparkling pieces to float around you like stardust.
I land on your lashes, I get caught up in your hair and in this sweet dance I become one with the air you breathe.
Next time I see you,
I’ll kiss you real slow.
Gently biting your bottom lip,
tasting you with the tip of my tongue,
feeling you come undone
and wanting more of me.
And our kiss will start way before
I even cup your face
with my two hands.
It will start with a thought,
with a look,
with a knowing
that I make you wet
long before our lips touch.
Bubble of Love
What if we could capture this moment forever?
Would you want to stay in it?
Under the warm blankets,
skin on skin,
bliss radiating from our pores,
perfumed thoughts, and flaming eyes
breathing softly, touching gently
with entangled limbs and fluttering hearts.
What if we could capture this moment forever?
Would you want to stay in our bubble of love?
I feel her heartbeat dancing against my chest as I rest my gaze on her face, a tiny lace bra is the only thing between our naked skin, the thin fabric caressing my own nipples, creating ripples of pleasure in my body and the desire to remove it there and then. Now skin on skin, we heat up, we sync up and link our limbs. In the dimmed light I sink between her thighs. Sighs of ecstasy escape her lips. Her hips guide me further into a blissful dream where just us two exist. We kiss and we twist into a beautiful mess, with our secrets laid bare, we are no longer scared to love.
Pull me close.
Now make it closer.
Touch me as if I was you and you were me.
Love me in the perpetual oneness of our souls.
Mirror (From my spoken word album ‘Press Play’.)
You’re looking at me looking at you,
flesh against flesh, the mirror is our witness.
Your tattoo stretched out on your chest,
all the muscles flexed,
and me stretched around your girth,
my hair in your fist,
pounding waves of bliss overtake my body.
I’m in awe of our reflection,
you behind me,
we are pure perfection of sculpted pleasure,
there is no way to measure the depths I would go with you.
Bathing in daylight and hot water, untouched by winter’s callous hands, I’m enveloped by scented bubbles and the sound of violin coming from the speaker. As my fingers trace my thighs, I reach for the memory of your voice and I can still hear you moan my name in a crescendo. You set ablaze my awakening, a spiralling of desire coming from the depth of my depth that tilts the whole universe on its axis. And there is nothing that could stop me from wanting you all over again in all the toe-curling and mind-bending ways.