I'm lying in this cold dark room,
Thinking of you, like I always do.
Why can't I get you out of my head?
Even as I lie here in this cold bed.
Maybe it's because of the warmth you bring,
And make me smile over the littlest things.
Your embrace, so safe and warm,
Can stop the insanity, calm the storm.
I lie here hearing your voice,
Drowning out all other noise,
I imagine your face, my gaze to your lips,
That grow more addicting with every kiss.
I feel the ghost of your lips on mine,
I see the look in your eyes and how they shine.
I feel the touch of your hands on my back,
But I stare into the night seeing nothing but black.
I hear your heartbeat as I lay on your chest,
You let me sleep when I must rest.
I hope you don't mind I'm thinking this,
Thinking of every little kiss.
What a blessing you are, yet you can't see,
And the sight of you always excites me.
I fight some urges, though it's tough,
Since one more is never enough.
As i lie here in this cold, empty, bed,
My thoughts always traveling to you instead,
These Shivers of mine make me realize,
That these have been daydreams all this time.
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Clouds of Thought
PoesiaPoetry is beautiful. Poetry isn't always clear. Poetry can be dark, or light, depending how you feel. Poetry derives from people's innermost thoughts and feelings, formed when one is Lost in the Clouds of Thought. Spiritual ~ #37 Poetry ~ #112