I never craved to be held at night
Till you held me no more
I craved your touch in a whole new way I wasn't prepared for
Your lips on my neck
trailing down my back.
Your fingers only slightly
grazing my skin
Tracing over the outline
Of my entire existence.
The way you held me as you
kissed my lips.
These where things
I was prepared to miss.
Buy no.
I crave your tired body pressed against mine small kisses as we fall asleep.
You holding my hand when no one was around
I crave our private touch
Our personal language for love.
Why is it that you where the reason for so much pain
But when I'm at my most vulnerable
I still call your name
I plead for you to pull me in your embrace
Stroke my hair
And tell me pretty little lies of how everything will be just fine
When you hurt me
I lost
My best friend
My lover
And
My safe place
All in one blow
YOU ARE READING
letters to...
PoesieMostly just random poems some go together some don't * pomes are being taken off this one and moved to another book for love*
