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 legs move to change my position. They rest on the chair in front to me. My back relaxing against the comfortable lounge chair. I bring my fingers to my lips, licking the pad of my middle finger as I flip the page of my very interesting novel.
She moves beside me. I look up from my book to see her legs propped up on the wooden chair in front of her. It makes me smile that she's relaxing now. When I told her that I wanted to spend the day in a cafe with the novel she requested to me, she was hesitant. But now that she's here, she finally gets it. No fancy party, no thousands of guests. Just us here. With each other and a good book.
My hand searches for my phone in my pocket. I pull it out trying to be discrete, checking the time. Wow, we've been at it for three hours. I had no idea. I can tell it means a lot to him, just sitting here. He needs something peaceful and exclusive. I'm just glad he chose to spend this day with me.
I look up again. I find her eyes glued to her phone. I reach over and take the device out of her grasp. She finally looks at me with confusion. I point at her with a smile, "Remember what we discussed, love." She smiles with me and lets me take her phone into my pocket. She relaxes back into the sofa.
I love him so much. Though, I could never tell him. He's always moving and never stays in the same place, mentally and physically. It's one of the things that I love about him. And yet, it's the thing that tears me apart the most.
I look around the small Japanese cafe. Everyone too old to know who we are. A place in a vast and busy city where there's peace. My own impersonal asylum. My eyes find her again. Her eyebrows furrow at the page in front of her. Her eyes frantically reading sentence after sentence. Finger curling around the paper.
As I'm back to getting into this novel, I hear him slam his book against his thighs. I feel him shift next to me and eventually I feel him lean into me. His forehead goes into the crook of my neck. The tip of his nose poking my throat. His arms wrap around my waist. My arms escapes his body only to be momentarily placed on his back. I move my hand up and down, stroking his clothed back. I place my book down onto my lap after finishing the chapter. I wrap my other arm around him and press my lips on his forehead. I bring a hand up to move his hair away from his head. I whisper into her ear, "Happy birthday."
I place a kiss on her neck. She giggles and I playfully bite down on her earlobe. She looks down at me, quickly escaping from my teeth. Her face comes into my full view. I take it as an opportunity to steal a small, but passionate kiss on her lips. "Thank you, love."
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AN: Inspired by his actual 25th birthday. A day of spending 5 hours in a Tokyo cafe, reading a book alone.
