I crave for the times I'm wrapped in your arms
Yearning for the moments together
Where nothing exists
Besides us
I crave for the parts where I'm kissing you
In the darkness of the night
The white sheets enraptured in our movements
I'm
Enveloped in the essence of you
Encased in your everything
I crave for when the thought of you
Is reality
Skin to skin
Intertwining ourselves
YOU ARE READING
My Human Experience
PoetryA collection of poetry pieces I've written over the years. I've decided to share some here in case they tickle anyone's interests. Doesn't need to be read in a specific order ~ Mental illness isn't pretty or aesthetic, but writing it out and reading...
