My heart misbehaves, as I indulge in the decadence of you;
Butterflies tickle my ribs, my hands begin to perspire and I long to hear your voice, familiar
Tickle my spine with your fingertips
And splay your hand on my low back, guiding me closer to you
Searing my body with your touch
Tantalize my senses
Mesmerize me with your warmth
Until the night fades away and in the depth of your arms I find more than just longing, but also an undeniable want.
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A Writer's Poetry
PoetryPoetry is used to help me jump over my shadow, and locate what is blocking me from being able to get words on the page. Herein, I attempt to reveal my inner demons, secrets and have my words serve as my therapy. It's more than poetry...it's an aut...
