small
little movements
aching
wanting
needing
caress
touch
a tiny peck on the cheek
quivering
shaking
scared
overpowered by heart
and desire
closed eyes
your soft lips
against mine
flush and lush
soft and wet
deriving happiness
shock and awe
stunned
the embarrassed smile
knowing of what she just did
each gesture
used in repetition
makes you love me a bit more
i love you more than you could believe
you make me want to believe in love again
you make me believe life
isn't just a mortal sham
and it's something that can actually happen
buying into investment, into loveliness
i don't know what we are now
but
i can't wait for the future
YOU ARE READING
I'll Be Fine (pt. 2 of 2)
Poetrypoetry showing my stress. relieving, coping, really. continuing to add poems, sometimes daily. use this as place to talk about your own frustrations and dances with pain and strife
