As his hands touch me,
All I can think of is you.
As he kisses down my neck , I can only imagine how your lips would feel.
As he looks me in the eye , I can't help but close mine , it's only then when I close mine I can picture you.
As he explores my body , the only thing I wish is it to be you.
For I know you would worship the skin that covers me.
When it's all over and the deed is done , I finally let a tear slide because in reality it isn't you & I don't know if it'll ever be you.
But damn do I hope.
YOU ARE READING
My bleeding heart
PoesiaI have written a lot of poetry and thought it would be nice to post on here. Every poem that is posted is by me from my brain. please do not steel but you may share. thank you , hope you enjoy!
