I feel the pressure
Of you touching me
you reaching for my hand
Or making figures on my back
I just feel the pressure
Of being with you
Your smell and your head
on my shoulder
I feel the pressure of
Getting your hugs
And feeling your lips
Against mine
The pressure
of being with the girl
That makes everything seem fine
YOU ARE READING
Black
Poetry[Black: a dark colour, mostly used negative and deep things.] My thoughts and words. ® 2014 Puck de Groot. All rights reserved.
