Why are you hiding in the dark when it's daylight?
Why are you out of my sight when my blood runs high?
Why are you loving me the way you do?
I hate it, and I love it the same way that you do.
Our lust becomes desire with a look and no touch, I wish I could touch you...
oh, that neck and those arms.
You wish you could do it too, multiple kisses, a lot of touch and the memory of us.
YOU ARE READING
Aren't we all sinners, because of love?
PoesíaPoetry I just wanted to capture the feeling of something greater than all of us. Love and Pain. From overwhelming butterflies to aching thorns.
