My body went limp underneath yours
I felt like velvet under your palms how you took your time
Succumbed by the feels, I slept unconsciously and comfortably in your arms
Sensing your awareness of my presence even in your sleep
Every time you feel for me
Knowing very well you may not have been cognizant of the act because it was your heavy snores that sung me to sleep
My solemn distraction from the rising bile in my throat and the rushing blood in my body
Still puzzled by the play
Cause I knew it was a treacherous deed against my fluttering heart
Be it then that I may not act
But to mimic the scene in my head
A million times.
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Authentically Po.Ethic
PoetryThe poems in Authentically Po.Ethic are inspired through my experiences as a young adult. Relationships, friendships, family life and the struggle to "come up" using education as a tool. The word play for the title of the book as well as the strateg...
