i remember you
in the purple haze of my old bedroom
skin kissing skin
eyes daring to devour
the sight of each other.
lips exploring the parts
of our bodies we keep covered.
breathes crashing, falling
in sync the way the moon
pushes waves to sand.
biting.
tasting.
feeling.
fucking.
and god it's so easy to
miss being the woman you made love to.
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The City Girl Blues
Poetrypoetry from a girl learning to love herself. the most difficult paths always lead to the most beautiful places. keep your head lost in a dream and remember passion fuels the soul. dare to show the world the fire that burns bright inside let the...
