These are some poems that I have created over the years that I thought I should share with someone.
These poems are based off of people that I find really attractive, so please enjoy.
Normal - you
Italics - them
Slight smut warning.
My head feels like it is going through a blender. My phone buzzes on the coffee table. My hands go up to my scalp, massaging it slowly. Trying to reduce the pain. I toss and turn on the couch, hoping to find a comfortable position.
I know she doesn't want me to come and comfort her, but I'm doing it anyway. She knows that she gets needy when she's sick, and for that, I become needy as well. I place my car in park, grabbing the plastic bag that contains the bowl of chicken soup that I know she loves. I open the door and make my way to her apartment with her spare key in hand.
I can't breathe through my nose, so I am forced to do so through my mouth. I probably look so ugly. I feel terrible. I kick the comforter away, welcoming the cool air of the living room. I hear the front door open. I groan at the sudden noise. I don't want him to get sick.
I open the door and I find her sprawled on the living room couch in one of my baggy sweatshirts that's too big for her, some sweats, fuzzy socks, and a comforter bunched at her feet. She looks up at me. Her appearance looks younger in her fragile state. She huffs out a sigh and I laugh. "Hey sick-o."
"I'm not a sick-o." I sound like someone's holding my nose. God dammit, I hate being sick. I slam myself back against the couch.
I place the soup on the kitchen counter and make my way towards her. I plop myself on the couch next to her. Her head almost touching my thigh. My hand lifts to touch the side of her face. I brush her hair away from her face. Gently letting her know that I'm here.
He lightly pets away my hair from my face, making my heart leap for him. I sit up slowly and, like a sleepy toddler, I shimmy over to him to bury my face in his neck. He takes me in his arms and shifts the rest of his body so he's laying with me.
She curls up into me and my heart swells at her cuteness. She really is younger when she's sick. I wrap my arms around her and she sighs into me. She sniffles every now and then. I smile and nuzzle my cheek into her forehead. "I got you chicken soup to make you feel better."
I feel his voice through his chest, making me smile. "I know ... you make me feel better."
"I know. You do, too."
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