her lips
against mine
are like heaven on earth.
not soft, like
everyone says
they're dry
but warm and
passionate.
time slips away
becomes nothing real
all that is real
is her
and her hand
on my neck
pulling me closer
tasting me
again and again.
i don't touch her
anywhere unacceptable
i don't need to
feel her body
to know that this
is love
all i need
is to be close to her.
i am hers
she is mine
and it is nothing
like ownership
it is a
partnership.
being with her
is wrong
i know it
two girls
together like this
goes against everything
i have ever known
but although it is wrong
i have never felt anything
so right.
i whisper to her
'i love you'
and she holds me
closer
and breathes
that she will marry me.
nothing is real
except us
and even though
it is only
me and her
i feel as if
i am kissing her
in front of everyone i know
and it is a
triumph.
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Lock My Heart, Throw Away The Key
PoetryI feel like this deserves a disclaimer ... I'm not some hopeless romantic or anything like that - in fact, I'm a cynic at heart. But occasionally I sit down to write and somehow end up with love poems *shrugs*
