Your hands caressed mine. Warm. I Smile. You smile. You Look down. I close my eyes. You Unzip. My heart explodes. Uneasy this will make you love me. I Smile. Breathe. You coo this will make me love you. Breathlessly. Your lips. My lips. Dancing. Eyes wide. Your not smiling anymore. Why? My hands run cold and the shivers drive up my back. We made love didn't we? Yes. Same time next week? No. Yes. No.....yes.
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Through my eyes
PoetryThrough my eyes is a short poem collection about obsessive love and obsession and riding the wave of falling in love and falling out of love. Even if it's not returned.
