As I part from your lips, I miss them almost immediately,
Like the sweet taste of nectar, I'm the bee living for you.
The faint smell of this mornings coffee is left on your tongue,
Whilst the intoxicating smoke from the last cigarette burns from your lungs.
Your holding my face in your hands so tenderly,
It's as though you're scared to touch me, to feel how real I am.
Scared to touch the one person you know can break you,
I hold your face in my hands firmly yet with your tender edge,
Cause knowing you could break me it's the biggest rush in the world.
I'm holding the one who could break me, never wanting to let go,
Our lips detach in slow motion, your taste lasting on my bottom lip,
I want to pull you back passionately, keep you close to me.
You're my addiction, my drug, I just need to taste you.
One taste was all it took, one sweet taste,
It got me hooked immediately and now I'm never letting go.
YOU ARE READING
Lost Pages & Forgotten Words
PoetryLost Pages & Forgotten Words is a collection of traditional poetry, spoken word, monologues and other pieces of one of writing. These are collected from the early days of writing in a period from 2012 - 2018. Some are polished to perfection, others...
