Hush your lips against the texture,
The oozing feelings express,
Through the breathe.
The hairs stand in amazement,
Coldness trembles across the surface.
Lids close shut,
Just the mind that guides the palm.
Gripped waist, loose thoughts, comfort,
All sensations come.
Closed now and the flooding feelings,
Lips gentle and soft.
Kissed back.
-Tyler James
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PoetryThis is a direct journey into my mind through poems, most inspired by pain others created through pure thought and draft. I hope to push forth and express the emotions brought into each poem.. or to leave a sense of ecstacy. Enjoy!
