I saw your face today.
Should I be embarrassed by how long I stared at it?
I thought about holding that face;
the feel of your skin, your bones.
I thought about your lips on mine,
as if I could truly feel it.
I thought about how it would feel,
your waist between my thighs,
your chest on mine.
Oh, how I could die happy suffocating in this way;
your breath on my neck, your hands in my hair,
only the electricity between us.
Oh, how I miss that electricity.
Oh, how I miss your love.
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My Poems
PoetryLiterally just a place for me to post random poems Attempting to keep them organized by nature/ theme Posting new ones when I have them or when I feel like it
