he drags his hands
slowly
gently
across my body
and i almost flinch
he reaches
the waist
and pulls his hands up
i close my eyes
expecting him to stop
at the chest
to hold what men like best
but he barely grazes it
brushes his fingertips
straight past it
all the way up
up past my shoulders
along my neck
to my chin
where he pulls me in
and cups my face
i cannot believe
i’m being held
when he kisses me
it is soft
not demanding
or wanting
it’s not screaming
he’s not trying
to push me into more intimate feelings
he’s just kissing me
he is kissing me
almost as if
he loves me
i am being held
almost as if
i am loved.
12:59pm - 12/05/24.
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Author:
Chloe Sellers (Pseudonym) (
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- Category: Love
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Comments2
It is the almost that makes this poem better than the rest and gives it meaning. A deep poem
thank you!!
Pulls you along nicely in the read, I think you are loved, enjoyed the read
this is so sweet, thank you!
You are very welcome
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