Lying awake in bed,
Thinking about you and me,
Talking about anything,
I crave your soft lips against my neck,
My hands playing with your soft hair,
Cupping your face and kissing you,
Pushing you on the bed and climbing on top of you,
kissing you,
While all we ever be is friends,
But I'm waiting more with you.
YOU ARE READING
Losing everything
PoetryNot another novel🙄 DISCLAIMER Some are poems while some aren't
