write a poem about me he said
so i wrote that his touch was fire
on my skin, burning me inch by inch
and his gaze
it could move mountains
in just a glance.
his lips were like a chocolate ganache
rich and smooth words dripping
from his tongue sent me in a sugar rush.
he oozed raw honey and i wanted
a taste so bad i physically hurt.
i could fill an entire book with
poem after emotional poem.
after i finished i said to him
now you write a poem about me
and he just wrote that i was pretty
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poetry
Poetrypoetry is when an emotion has found its thought, and the thought has found words -robert frost. all poems are mine unless stated otherwise. just thought i'd give someone a taste of my mind. #4 in ode
