My favorite place to be
Is tucked messily
In your underarm seams
And stay still until the sun rises
Comforted by your heavy breathing
And your nose on my hair
And the promise of a lifetime
Smooches and smiles
Misunderstandings and sighs
And as the moon slows its pace
I'll be folded back in my favorite place.
ESTÁS LEYENDO
Words Orgasm Poetry
PoesíaMature poetry Lines about love, Mid-30ish life, sex and random thoughts. Playful thoughts in the morning. Silly ideas at night. And a whole lot of everything over a steam of espresso.
