the way you call my name
and call me names
like pure energy
to my fire
the way your body presses mine
and the hands explore what's ours
make me shake
knowing how good you are
the way your lips feel
against my pale skin
is what they mean
when they say perfection
the way it feels when you treat me
and little sounds of pleasure escape
brings down the world
knowing they can't be your canvas
the way my hands run around
and love what is mine
makes every sense of pain worth it
knowing it's mine
the way we are human
locked in eternal bliss
and how we'll always be this
till the very last kiss
KAMU SEDANG MEMBACA
May Death Never Find You
Poetrya collection of prose, poems and dumb ideas topics: love hate depression lots of it