I could lay all day here with you.
My leg draped around your waist,
Your hands inching towards my hips.
My lips pecking at your neck as you rest your head for a night's sleep.
I always loved this position,
My head on your chest.
Hearing your heart beat steadily,
Then not so steady when kiss your lip tiredly.
I could never grow tired of this.
Of you.
YOU ARE READING
Woman.
PoetryA book of poems and feelings. A book from a girl, a rose from the concrete. A Woman growing.
