Watching you caress your jet black wavy hair on your luxurious New York City balcony.
I always see you as a piece of art; one you cannot touch.
I don't like it when you blink because then I can't see your piercing blue eyes.
Are you sure you aren't model?; You're so damn hot.
This may sound strange coming from me but
I wonder where we'd go if these sparks exploded into a wildfire
Let's not make the tension last any longer
I take your strong hands as you race me down a high end Parisian street.
You always know how to surprise me. You pull me close; fingertips across my hips.
This is finally it.
Heavy breathing, heart racing, hopes rising, lips touching.
Blinded by your smile; it's as white as snow falling on a cold winter eve.
Your fashion sense, to some, is weird but, to me, it's cavalier.
I don't know what I did to deserve the beauty standing in front of me. The little crease on your right cheek when you smirk has me signed on for life, no matter how hard this gets.
I take your strong hands as you race me down a high end Parisian street.
You always know how to surprise me. You pull me close; fingertips across my hips.
This is finally it.
Heavy breathing, heart racing, hopes rising, lips touching.
Our body's start to intertwine
and I can feel my pulse shoot to ninety. The smooth silk sheets fall over our backs;
but you rip them off to expose us if anyone walks in.
You show me you're proud of us and that's all I ever needed.
I take your strong hands as you race me down a high end Parisian street.
You always know how to surprise me. You pull me close; fingertips across my hips.
This is finally it.
Heavy breathing, hearts racing, hopes rising, lips touching.
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Songs I'll Never Share (Or So I Thought)
PoetryMy second collection of songs/poetry. This time around, I set out to create a deeply personal and authentic record. There are sixteen sides of me in this body of work. Every single word was written by me. It's 100% raw, authentic and vulnerable. It'...
