I crave your skin
The smell of your hair
And the taste of your cherry lips
Like a damsel in distress
With grayish glittering eyes
I will gaze at forever, with the utmost intimacy
The warmth emanating from your body
And the skin tight dress that wraps around
your waist
Is all I can seem to think about late at night
The way you grasp me by my neck
And how our fingers intertwine perfectly
Has taught me to be passionate
And to indulge in bliss
Perhaps it's lust?
Because it certainly isn't love.
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Poetry
PoetryThe intimate description of emotions and thoughts that society describes as feelings that can't be expressed with words.
