his fingers fit in mine
and they're soft
it almost scares me
every brush
of lips on skin
awakens the poet within
and internally, i beg
for him to kiss my eyes
so they may see only with love
to kiss my hands
so they hold only kindness
to kiss my cheeks
so they flush with the simple pleasure
of feeling wanted
he told me i have an addictive nature
and i smiled
because i could certainly
get addicted to this
there is a pure kind of ecstasy
in this intimacy
i think it could kill me
but i can't bring myself to stop
i don't even want to try
i think i could get used
to being loved
i hope he can get used
to being my source of love.
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Author:
Chloe Sellers (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: March 15th, 2025 16:16
- Category: Love
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Comments2
Human contact is important as is feeling loved and wanted. A very nice poem of desire.
glad you enjoyed 🙂 thanks for reading!
That lovely feeling of desire and you can feel that inner connection, long may it last, enjoyed the read
thank you for the lovely comment 🙂 and for reading!
You are very welcome
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