Both arrows long to feel your soothing twirly hair,
Endeavoring to respire in the haze in your eyes.
Your delicate fingertips skimmed the guitar strings,
And you began to play your exquisite verses.
A lot of people are marveling at your beauty,
But you're so unaware of it.
Your vision is stained filmy brown,
That drives me to go deep into your gaze.
Want to know the flavor of your lips,
And buss your narrows until you are in bliss.
I want to explore the embodiment of your body,
So velvety like porcelain silk.
Let me insufflate the steam of your reefer,
And meet me in my imaginary vision.
YOU ARE READING
IDYLLS
PoetryI'm not that good at doing description but I appreciate it a lot if you stop by this poet book that I've written :))
