the smell of teenage desparation fills the air
the sound of heartache rings throughout
but all i could see in this pitch black room
is the silhouette of your lustful lips
gripping me tightly, our lips collide
in a dance between too, you dominate
im lost in your touch
i know now that my religion must be your hands on my waist and my fingers in your hair
because the closest ive been with god is that little piece of heaven i get when im with you
YOU ARE READING
musings of a lovestruck fool ♡
Poetryhighest rank #974 in poetry a collection of poems written by me inspired by/about the blue eyed beauty, benjamin hayes grier as well as everything that comes with, before and after falling in love ♡♡♡♡ covers by @literallykoury ✨
