Makeup and Melancholy: A Collection of Poems

Love is a Verb

Candid smiles radiate waves of happiness,

And the promise of foreboding tenderness.

Pupils dilate at the sight of chaste skin

Your body position enumerates control, we’re ready to begin.

Vibrant red rose petals sprinkled on expensive white lace

As I lay pressed against you, I hear your strong heart race.

Your eyes undress me, while your mouth seems to grasp for words unknown to individuals,

But known to every pair of souls entwined across the earth, who feel pure love, not strictly sexual.

Scratch marks on your back, the air is heavy and intense.

We move together, our senses heightened, slowly building suspense.

Loud screams and moans, a lovely and true sympathy of feelings, then we’re through.

You lay back down, your breathing is rapid, I climb in your arms and kiss you.

Love is a verb, a doing word,

Love conquers all, undeterred.