Texture makes it real
So does your touch
It serves to remind
To calm my troubled mind
So soft against my face
Rough around my waist
It serves to ground
It loosens my frown
Light caresses through out
And you push me against a wall
My eyes are closed now
So I can let go now
I open them again
To find you staring
They dip to my lips
And you hold my hips
As we kiss
I hastily dismiss
The pace of my heartbeat
But I'm sure you feel my cheeks heat
We stop only to catch a breath
Before our lips find each-other
And I switch of the light
And we lose ourselves to the night
YOU ARE READING
Inside Her Mind.
PoetryThis little bunch of poems that I am writing is 'how' I feel sometimes 'what' I feel sometimes... these are views towards life and relationships with people and all my compressed thoughts expressed.... They reflect me people I know and what they wan...
