LOST IN LUST
I cherish those moments I spent in his arms
As he caresses my face, keeping me safe from harm.
His eyes ablaze,
consumed by the fire of love.
The unconditional, irrevocable kind
that women dream of.
He is the man who would make butterflies dance as your knees go weak.
What ladies who wouldn't give to have what's mine.
Those charming eyes, that seductive stare,
Sinful lips and
a touch so divine.
His fingers moves across my skin,
tracing patterns, kissing my scars.
I slowly feel myself come alive as he moves,
for he was worth the wait.
he loves me at my worst, when I'm a pathetic mess.
Calming me down
Igniting hope,
finding a home in my chaoticness .
unfailing in making me smile,
Making me question, is he real?
Does he truly exist?.
YOU ARE READING
12 Shades of Love
PoetryA book tainted with the vibrant shades of love, coated with poetry to tell a love story