I cant talk to him for days
And yet I still know he loves me
I can hear his voice
Its always comforting
He presence a Gift,
Only a god could give
Love washed over me,
Like a blanket of sin
Lustful, custesy, lovers of sin
I want to crawl in it,
And never return again.
This is literally about My bed
Not even lying
YOU ARE READING
On The Spot Poems
PoetryThese are poems, I hope you enjoy them. They come from my heart, and whatever emotions I feel at 1 AM... Have fun, indulge in them if you will. Thank you, Merci, Gracias, Danke and Spasibo
