vines tangles up on the wall,
condensation and humidity, as it is outside.
the cawing of crows, fluttering wings.
this isn't about nature.
sex is beautiful, if you think about it how i do.
the way you're pressed together just like vines which wrap around structures. the warm, moist feelings, just like a summer day. the sound of pleasure, just as crows call out to their kin. the wings of birds fluttering, just like lashes do.
it is beautiful, in my eyes.
i see it as love, not as lust.
i find lust dangerous, as it can have horrible outcomes.
but love, oh, love.
it creates magical sparks, like stars in the sky, or firecrackers in fourth of july.
it's beautiful.
YOU ARE READING
the poems from the heart.
Poetryi write from the heart, words spill out as i type mindlessly, i love to write, and if you're like me, or even not at all. enjoy the words i share, and find love in mine.
