I laughed today,
And told you that you
Are my favorite instrument.
That didn't make sense to you then,
And I smiled like I had a secret.
So let me tell you my secret.
You are my favorite instrument.
The sounds you release,
Are like a world class symphony to me.
The small gasp that escapes
When I touch you.
The exhale you let go
When I leave a trail of kisses
Leading down.
The whimper you can't help but let out
When I bite down just a little harder.
Those sounds and more
Are music to my ear.
I am the conductor.
I am the musician.
And you
Are my favorite instrument.
YOU ARE READING
Thoughts
PoetryMy thoughts tend to form like poems, so I figured I'd share them- part of me hoping they make sense to more than just myself.
