taking a taste
of her lips
rosy.
soft.
it feels like
my lips collided with a could
that's puffed up with water
and about to make it rain.
the good kind of rain
the calming kind of rain
i want to feel her heart
beating between her loungs
behind her ribs
i want to feel it
beating for me
and i am proud to say
that these lips are mine
that her heart belongs to me
that the lips that i just kissed
form the prettiest smile
you will ever see
and that her heart
plays a beautiful rhythm
you want to dance to
while taking another taste
of these clouds
that you have already tasted before.
i want to feel her.
YOU ARE READING
Seraphic - poems
Poetrybeautiful words woken up to life, written down with my hands but by the voice of my mind.
