In dark hours of sleepless nights
I listen to the sounds of your breath.
Lying motionless like the dance of death;
Silently inhaling and exhaling little excites.
Watching you dream of places
Which we hold dear in our hearts.
Wordlessly I hope I'm in parts,
Even in the smallest of spaces.
Without warning I kiss your lips
That taste of a sweet rose red wine.
Your still face smiles as I feels your hips
Grind and your legs tangle like a vine.
Devilish thoughts and inner lust.
Your bright blue eyes caught me.
A leaf trapped in a strong gust.
I can't help but become your detainee.
In the dark hours of sleepless nights
We listen to the sound of our heart beats.
Reaching into peaks beyond any heights
As the sun hits the morning streets.
This is a poem I've been working on for few days now. I might edit it some more later on, but I figured I'd post it so you, my faithful readers can help me out and give me some well needed feedback! As you can tell it is a bit mature, if you haven't guessed what I'm talking about it. Lol anyway enjoy!
That taste of a sweet rose red wine.
Your still face smiles as I feels your hips
Grind and your legs tangle like a vine.
Devilish thoughts and inner lust.
Your bright blue eyes caught me.
A leaf trapped in a strong gust.
I can't help but become your detainee.
In the dark hours of sleepless nights
We listen to the sound of our heart beats.
Reaching into peaks beyond any heights
As the sun hits the morning streets.
This is a poem I've been working on for few days now. I might edit it some more later on, but I figured I'd post it so you, my faithful readers can help me out and give me some well needed feedback! As you can tell it is a bit mature, if you haven't guessed what I'm talking about it. Lol anyway enjoy!
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