Sheets brush against your finger tips
Pulling you
Toward his sweet lips
Layer by layer your skin is bared
Clothes thrown about
Without a care
Hair flows
Down your smooth back
He'll make up for the love
That you lacked
And so it seems
That times slowly stops
The sun will rise
over the tree tops
At dawn is where you leave him
But for now
Love him
And then
Leave him
YOU ARE READING
Tales of a Neverland Lost Girl
Ficción GeneralThese are a collection of short stories, poems, monologues and whatever else I like that have been trapped in my head for a while. Xoxo
