No words
can describe how your
soft lips
feel as they graze across the
crook of my elbow.
Your brown curly hair tickled my arm softly as
your head moved closer to my neck.
This moment,
One that I cannot forget.
Rather than loving for the sake of it,
we love for the love of it.
Our purpose of existence,
caught in a single night,
a single few hours.
And later, we'd snuggle up with a cup of tea,
and I'd be wearing your tshirt.
You'd kiss my forehead every now and again,
reminding me you were there,
as between my tired, shut eyes
and the hot tea against my lips,
nothing comforted me more
than your touch
under the stars
on your balcony.
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Author:
laurennmckenna (
Offline) - Published: January 24th, 2017 13:02
- Comment from author about the poem: im back at it again SIKE im always at it.
- Category: Love
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Comments2
back at it again
SIKE
sorry I'm not good at meaningful responses
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