i lay and dream of your skin
i cant keep my mind off of your teeth or the shape of your nose
i think about that small freckle on the outside of your forearm
i want to kiss your fingertips and lick your lips
i want to wrap my body up in alternative music and pretend it's you
i want to smell the scent youre wearing right now, it doesnt have to be cologne
i want to hear your laugh and let it wake my soul (again)
i cant believe it has been eight months and the image of you is still so real in my mind
how do i love you?
YOU ARE READING
epitome of love
Poetryyou can have smiles and feel free and feel peaceful. you can feel warmth and happiness and strength. and there is always hope, whether you feel it or not.
