I had whispered your name so many times,
I say your name out of habit.
I called out to you,
In the darkest hours,
I called out to you,
In the purest moments.
I called out,
When I craved you,
And I called out to you,
In pain and anger.
Feeling your love once more,
Is like a drug.
I'm terrified I'm going to get hooked.
I'm petrified,
I'm going to get hurt.
Your lips,
And your touch,
Pulls me in,
When your voice seduces my nerves.
Your glances,
Makes my whole body dance,
And your touch,
Sends shivers along my back.
How is it,
You're all I want.
All I desire,
Yet every single person I know,
Says you are bad for me.
Yet,
When I get a whiff of your scent,
My body floats.
I get high and never want to be sober.
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Short Poems
PoetryWritten: October 23, 2017 By: Jessica Thompson Short poems put together through time December 19, 2016 to current days. So please enjoy, they are my thoughts, and feelings, and everything.
