I wish, I have, i have his heart like Shakespeare's
yes! unresolved entangled but clear
will dig deeper where no uproar and fear
feel touched to his intangible
wear his skin to showcase the gleam
flaunt every single preal
to stay ,remains ,in his remaining
to feel his, healthy assault when it's raining
did feel burn through his lingering eyes
on every inch of my skin
how his eye, does glide on me!
he's a "generic sinister"
who plays with me holy , at night
well can't get enough of his sight
our bare skins are entangled to eachother
can feel his breath beside
heating me up, to the point where I ignite
But there is a part of me, who never denies
to be in his sight as long as he crave me !
YOU ARE READING
his heart like - Shakespeare
Poetryit's all about desire to be absolutely naked in terms of emotions .. baring one self physically and mentally 💚 is what love..
