Let us find the time to do things right.
Let me take the time to be gentle and loving.
Let us not be rushed,
Let us not be afraid,
Let me feel the fast pace of your heart beating.
The next time my lips are graced with the feeling of contact to your soft flesh,
Let it be solely because I want to admire your body and the affect I have on you.
(can you feel my heart beating for you?)
Darling, I'm losing count of how many times my lips have gently caressed these sore spots.
Instead, let's stop counting these types of kisses and start counting different types of kisses.
~S~
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PoetryA poem book with original poems written by me. Covers a variety of different topics as it is a representation of life as I live and experience it. [Poems that aren't mine will credit the original author] //tw//: self harm, depression, suicidal tho...
