My back against the wall, your eyes staring into mine, you trap me. I can't escape from you, you cup my face and lean in. I cry goodbye my love... but you keep kissing me as if nothing is wrong between us. I feel like my heart is about to break but I give in to your kiss. I hate myself for doing this but your lips feel so good against mine. As I pull away I gasp "what am I doing!?" but my mind likes it. I kiss you back carving my hands in your hair. God I miss this, I moan softly against your lips.
The end.
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Love and other feelings: a poetry anthology
PoetryLove poetry from a disabled woman's perspective. WARNING: a bit raunchy! You've been warned :P
