Bodies pressed together
Space is given
Lines are crossed
God I missed this heat
This protection
The smile on my lips
As your body rises above mine
Eyes meet
Time becomes nothing
YOU ARE READING
Barely breathing
PoetryJust words that can't pass my lips but will go through my head until they fall onto paper. Every single one of these are my original pieces.
Warmth
Bodies pressed together
Space is given
Lines are crossed
God I missed this heat
This protection
The smile on my lips
As your body rises above mine
Eyes meet
Time becomes nothing
