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.
Watching cold water go down the drain is a diligent pastime. The liquid slides off of the porcelain and drips against the metal of the sink. I'm mesmerized as the sponge swirls around the plates that have been used for a delightful meal that was shared between two people who deeply cared for something greater. I look down at my bump, resting a hand on the top of my stomach.
It's like a painting. Her standing in the sunshine, washing her dishes with her maternity exposed to the world. It's getting even harder for me to believe that she's mine and she's having my child. Her bump almost touches the sink. She looks so elegant, even if she tells me otherwise. She can say several hateful things about herself, and I will always be here to reject them.
He moves at the table beside me, attracting my attention. He smiles once I meet his gaze. The light from the window behind him creates a sort of halo around him. My angel. My savior. He has no idea what he has done for me and I plan on keeping it that way. I scrub the dishes, not taking my eyes off of him.
I stand from my seat at the table. She looks back down at her task as I walk towards her. I step until I'm directly behind her. She giggles at my action. I bend down to place my chin on her right shoulder. My hand go to both of her biceps, trailing them down to her hands. I press my lips against the cape of her neck. She giggles more, making me smile again on her skin.
I love this. I feel his breath on my neck. He makes me feel younger than I am. As well as more beautiful. He slides his hands down my arms and they lift up to land on my bump. He was always destined to be a father. When he found out that I was pregnant, he moved right into my apartment. I was quite surprised considering he just got divorced. I also was hesitant to even date him at first, but I found him to be very handsome when he's persistent. Now, we live together, in my small London apartment.
"How about ... Alex?" I suggest the name to her. She smiles.
"Alex Hardy?" I chuckle under my breath.
"Yeah, I thought it would be cute." She turns her face towards mine.
"Which one? Boy or girl?" He looks down at me.
"Both?" She smiles wider.
I look down at my bump. "Little Alex Hardy."
I kiss her cheek, a smile still looming on my face. "Little Alex Hardy."
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