I have kissed many before
But only you could drown me
You make me want you more
Our lips opened slowly
touched, twirled, and collided
Our moans and breaths are poetry
I can still feel your touch
On my back as I swayed
Our desires were too much
Your mouth was breathtaking
Wandering from top to bottom
Vacuuming my entire being
You explored me like art
I left a mark on your neck
You left one in my heart
YOU ARE READING
About Her
PoetryPoems are her feelings She wants to keep private But she wants everyone to know
