Today.
I thought about what it would be like to kiss you.
I also did that yesterday.
And I probably will do that tomorrow as well.
I wonder what it would be like to caress you.
Feel your head on my chest while we watch a movie.
Feel you fall asleep on me.
Then I'd say I've felt peace.
I wonder what it would be like to hold your hand.
Walking down these ugly streets, and looking to my left and seeing you.
Smiling.
Or seeing you on you're phone while we're sitting down at some random place.
Or looking and pointing at clouds at a park.
I wonder what it would be like to touch you.
Feel your body intertwined with me.
Underneath my sheets.
To feel you breathe heavily beneath me.
What it would be like to feel your waist on my fingertips
I thought about kissing down your body.
Fervidly kissing your lips.
Delicately play in your skin.
I wonder what it would feel like to call you mine.
I wonder what it would feel like to be yours.
I just keep wondering, and thinking.
What the hell are you made of?
Why are you the only thing I think of.
The only one I dream of.
I just keep dreaming of you.
That's all I do.
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February Ashes
Şiir❝From an everlasting flame, to a pile of ashes in the forest❞ A bunch of poems about how he met, fell in love with, desired, missed, broke, was broken by, hated, lost and got over the deepest love he ever felt. most impressive rank: #1 in poems.
