His eyes shimmer, gold green and brown
all at once, taking over my conscious
sending waves into my mind and
butterflies into every corner of my stomach.
I feel his warm hands, on the small of my back
sending goose bumps over every inch of my skin
his fingers, moving slowly
he is just as nervous as I am.
He never breaks the stare, I do
leaning in he kisses me, first soft and slow
then fast and with intention
he is captivating.
My left hand strokes his head, intertwining my fingers
in his curly hair, soft like a girl's usually is
he grunts as I pull away slowly,
teasing him.
He looks at me with innocence and admiration,
making me feel guilty yet pleased
he moves his gaze to my lips, starting another episode of
tongue tied romance.
My legs wrap around his waist, he carries me over
the freshly made bed, it feels cool on my skin,
he removes my shirt only pulling away when it needs to come over my head
making my lust for him stronger.
Laying on top of me he caresses my rib cage,
moving his fingers in all the right ways, I tug on his belt
wanting him to undo it but feeling anxious about what might come,
he is responsive.
Now pants less he lays on me, but rolls over pulling me on top of him
I am in charge now,
I rock my hips against him, never breaking our oral bond
he moans in pleasure.
He pulls away-
“You are so beautiful.”
his eyes seem sure and he bites his lip, causing me to smile
I thank him and gently lay a kiss on his collar bone.
He moves me off him, we lie next to each other
out of breath and pleased,
he rolls over so he is on his side,
he strokes his finger up my bare stomach and to my chin.
Tilting my head towards him, I see he is smiling
he is happy tonight,
holding the gaze my brown eyes sparkle with life,
his mind flows with thoughts.
Our episode is over for tonight, never to be mentioned again
he wraps his arm around my waist as we sleep,
side by side, synchronized breaths
we are like one.
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The World In My Words
PoetryThese are my stories, they are my words and my thoughts and my feelings. It takes time to turn tragedy into art. This is my corrupted world in words. This is a message from the breathless. Can you read between the lines?