He tells me im beautiful ,
i wish it was you ,
being this delightful.
He touches my skin ,
as his ruff skin goes up my stomach,
i remember your soft hands ,
and delicate touch.
His lips trace the veins along my neck ,
his path way is new , and unfamiliar ,
and your path is a wreck,
yet not forgotten.
His lips touch my lips ,
and his tongue twists around mine ,
shivers go down my spine ,
because your on my mind.
He is inside me ,
pushing and pushing ,
this isnt how i wanted it to be ,
i only wanted you..
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Author:
kelseyroy (
Offline) - Published: October 19th, 2010 21:31
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Comments1
imma sound like a nerd when i say this but ;
thiss is a great moving poem , the way you wright it i can connect with what your saying and relate 🙂
amazing poem.
🙂 thaanks love yeaah 🙂 <3
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