here's to the girls:
who love pink cotton candy
I sigh, when
I glimpse at her alcohol glazed eyes,
fingers sticky with candy floss
lips curved in a teasing smile
her ink-black hair,
swept back in a ponytail
kissed with humour, I see
her flirty gaze
nude lipstick,
her beige shift gown,
and her gray eyes looking like
two storm clouds.
my fingers itch to
brush a strand off of her cheek
as her dark hair ruffle
following a light breeze
she lightly strokes my knuckles
as the shaky basket sways
her face from mine,
only inches away
soft arms wind around my neck
my fingers curl up around her hip
her hands quiver as she kisses me
at the top,
of the Ferris wheel
up here, time stops
I feel,
the curve of her lips against mine
her kiss tells me it's just us,
Me, her, the endless sky.
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kiss me back asshole (poems)
Poetrylust? sunflowers? wine stains? bad boys? salty tears? lana del rey? all the things we've ever aestheticised 🫀 A collection of most of the poems I've written till now. It takes you to the most relating and romantic experiences one can crave. I hope...
