These are some poems that I have created over the years that I thought I should share with someone.
These poems are based off of people that I find really attractive, so please enjoy.
Normal - you
Italics - them
Slight smut warning.
My hand lifts up the light covers of my bed. I notice that he starts to shift in his usual spot whenever accompanied me in slumber. One leg slips in after the other and I pull my comforter over me.
She slides in next to me and instinctively, I wrap an arm around her. I pull her into me until her chest collides with mine. I press my chin on top of her chin. She places a small on my collarbones.
His skin is soft against my lips. I move to press my cheek against his chest as I feel him drape more of the cover over my almost unconscious body. His hand clasps around my hip. I love this feeling. Knowing that I'm going to wake up tomorrow morning and see him sleeping next to me is the best feeling. Not wanting it to end too quickly, I open my mouth. "What time are you going back?"
She breaks the silence and I freeze beside her. Okay, this could my chance to ask. Don't fuck it up. "What if I didn't go back?"
"What do you mean?" I ask, leaning backwards to look him in the eye.
"What if I just stayed here?" I smile down at her. I can tell that she's still confused.
"Uh, like stay here tomorrow night, too?"
I giggle against her. I shift my weight until I'm hovering over her, "You're going to make me actually ask it, aren't you."
"Ask what?" I say with a confused smile. His lower body connects with mine as he looks down at me.
"What if I lived here?" I lean down to kiss one cheek. Leaning up, I whisper, "Or you lived at my place?" I lean down to kiss the other cheek, then lean back up again, "Or we bought another place for the two of us?" I lean down to peck her lips. By the time I lean back up to look at her, her eyes are opened wide.
"Are you asking me to move in with you?" A flutter takes off in my chest as he looks down at me. My toes curl at the thought of it. Living in the same apartment as him ... what? Making every meal together, sleeping in a shared bed and complaining about the world as we watch the morning news together?
"Maybe." I smile wider at her.
I nod my head frantically up and down. "I think that would be ... okay."
"Okay? Living with me would just be okay?"
"Possibly. You are a slob."
"Clean freak."
"Slob."
"Freak." I laugh as I dip down to attack her neck. She laughs uncontrollably as I tickle her sides.
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