honey dripping of her lips,
loving the way they taste,
her hands on my hips,
holding me in place,
feels like we are the eclipse,
only us together for a quick kiss
YOU ARE READING
my very own poetry
Poetryshe is the sun, the light and the hurt, she cries and loves too much until she doesn't feel anything or feels too much
Kissing her
honey dripping of her lips,
loving the way they taste,
her hands on my hips,
holding me in place,
feels like we are the eclipse,
only us together for a quick kiss
