I wish I didn't need the reminders,
every time my mind takes me to a place
that's yours.
A territory inside my mind that belongs to you.
A part of me that's enslaved by you;
Chained by your love.
Compelled by the memories
Controlled by who you once were.
Every time my body takes me
to a place that was once yours.
The whole part of me,
that's wrapped in skin,
was once wrapped around you.
Your territory,
the one I gladly let your mark,
with a red that's mine.
On skin that's now lost in the memory,
of your hungry lips
tracing its curves
begging to feast
on the piece of art before you.
Skin that cries in agony,
For your soft trace
Your fingers fiddling all the way up to my thighs
Leaving their spicy streaks behind.
Burning my soul along with them.
I can feel your body scream,
as it salutes me,
right where I need it to be.
An arched back,
curved
like sad lips
waiting for you,
to touch me again,
to bring me back to the
luscious life
I briefly experienced with you.
And here I am,
sad,
like my arched back
craving the taste of
the wild adventures I once had with you.
YOU ARE READING
Behind Her Eyes: A Collection of Poetry.
PoetryHere are my words, thoughts, and most importantly, all the feelings I burry. I've finally gathered the courage to share them, and to share a part of me. Here are the thoughts that visit me through the night put into words; of all there is to fee...
