As I was breathing
into the lilies I bought,
My mind and heart
were breathing
his cologne.
So I unlocked my phone,
Saw his texts debating
not to come.
He wasn't feeling
on the run.
Shaking my head,
I tried thinking ahead.
Five minutes
No more
No less
He was standing
at the door
Trying to impress
Smirking wildly
Knocking my heart
to the floor
"Stand on the wall.
Give me your hand."
Something's about to fall.
Tangling the five
with the five,
So smoothly.
My senses revive.
Pushing his arm forward,
Until it reaches the top
of his head.
"Close your eyes."
Moving my fingers up,
And down his neck.
Whilst giving him a peck.
Uneven breathing formulates-
He's outta breath.
". . .That's where my mark will be
You're a prisoner to me
. . .no longer free. . ."
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Divergent Misplaced Melodies (Poems)
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