A SHOE THAT FITS
One step. Two step.
Twirl then bend.
Repeat.
Your very light hand on my waist
Doesn't go unnoticed
The lightest your touch is
The heightened my senses are
Other men would take advantage
But you'd rather tiptoe around me
Your very firm hand on mine
Is never one sided
For before your palm
touches mine
I was already clutching yours
From afar
As we sway to the music
With two hearts beating
Against each other
As my shoes bruises me
While yours alongside mine
Do I ever want to stop?
One step, two step.
Bend then kiss.
Again.
BINABASA MO ANG
lost my head
PoetryI think I lost my head n o w h e r e. this is a write me compilation. myself in all the lives I've lived.
