Chapter 1
If I should write poems some lines may rhyme some won't . If I should write short stories it will never ends, but just say I'm the woman who feels, A woman who wants , A woman who needs .The woman to turn her lights off and on playing with the switch looking through her windows as the sun goes down and the moon rises .He does to me what winter does to the trees; he strips me bare ,naked by and empty I laugh to myself ,because .... I can't sing ,it's just he makes me want to try and harmonies.
Never felt love's true bliss. A disciple of my mother and father , I learned to love with clenched fist. I learned to love like reading braille on skin; tracing insecurities of men through the palms of their hands .
But with him , it's was different I pull him close smelling the sweet fragrance off his clothes ,soft tender skin big bright black eyes , skin soft and smooth ,lips all wet juicy and nice I lean in for a kiss but turn to taste his skin against my lips moaning and groaning in his ears .
I look at him and every time he smiles, it reminds me of everything I stole from myself .
Every joy I never had the courage to taste.
As you learn to love yourself better ... teach me
Teach me teach me hold me teach me .
YOU ARE READING
MY POEMS
PoetryExpressing my inner beauty ,my feelings the need to be heard and love . your tender lips against my skin rubbing skin to skin and sweat dripping and the loud moans in ears.
