As I stand there with my shoulder against the wall, arms crossed in front of my chest, you open the door and close it behind you slowly. Still in jacket and shoes on, you step closer to me until there are only a few feet between our bodies. I feel your warm hand under my chin guiding my face up to yours. But I don't want to give in just yet. Or rather, I don't want to let you know I already have given in the moment I saw your smile. That smile, when you know you need to make it up to me. Your eyes, those beautiful hazel shades light up.
You pull my chin up and look me into my eyes. I just stand there, halfway frozen, realising that unconsciously, even only at the sight of you, I am smiling too.
I feel your hands on my skin. One pulling me closer by my waist until our bodies meet and my legs give in, so that the only thing keeping me on my feet is you, holding me tight. The other guides my face. I close my eyes as I feel your lips on mine and my arms move naturally to embrace you. Your kisses are soft, kind, apologetic. Even loving, I could say. My fingers get tangled up in your short curly hair. How good it feels, your body against mine, your lips kissing mine, then my cheek, down my neck.
You stop for a moment. Before I can even ask, your jacket lands on the floor, beside your shoes and you suddenly pick me up. Your hands are soft on my thighs, your lips again on mine, my arms holding onto you, pulling myself closer. i feel you smile and I giggle. I pull back a little, just enough to see your face clearly with my hand cupping it.
I sigh before leaning in for a kiss again. How much I adore you, all the ways you are. Sweet, caring, hot, passionate, loving.
I just can't get enough of it. Enough of you.
YOU ARE READING
You hold my heart (still)
Poetryour little mythology A collection of short poems and prose I've been working on these for the last two years, and finally felt good enough to collect, rewrite and edit it, so here we go. I'm finally done. And moved on. New chapter coming.
