Words better left unsaid
They stumble over themselves
And leave your mouth as a faint whisper tickling the side of my neck
I wish you hadn't begun to love me.
YOU ARE READING
Your fingers that danced with the covenants of my sins
PoetryAn array of poems about attraction. The longing for skin, and the lust it ignites. Though once that disintegrates what are we left with but insecurity and a golden rule "not to fall in love with the person from a one night stand" and where do relati...
