Your face below me,
An image of ecstasy.
Our breathing is heavy
We're done.
I'm exhausted, but energized.
You want more.
I want to stop.
I want to continue.
I don't feel your love,
Not in that moment.
YOU ARE READING
Poetry From The Heart
PoetryPoetry written by me about things that make my soul ache. Also things about myself and friends.
