Intertwined within cotton sheets, I tap my index finger against your skin. A rugged canvas that bears the imprints of life's journey, telling a tale of strength and resilience.
Each scar and blemish narrates a different tale about your existence.
Like the earth kissed by the sun, your complexion radiates warmth, a reflection of your core.
And in its unique texture, there's a quiet poetry to all the scratches and marks you hide under clothes,
a testament to the enduring beauty of a man shaped by time and circumstance.
In the stillness of the moment, my head stays nestled on your chest, the symphony of our connection plays out in the rhythmic dance of your heartbeat. A tender throb echoing through the quietude, each pulse is a whispered affirmation of life and shared intimacy.
one, two.
one, two.
YOU ARE READING
Pink Blunts - Poetry
PoetryPink Blunts is a collection of my minds ideas. Let's say I'm trying to make sense of my brains none sense! Whether high or sober, our hearts and minds never stop wanting... wanting more in life, more love, hatred, lust and other things. We're all...
