I want to lay on your chest and listen to your heartbeat. Will it speed up if I get near you? Will your cheeks flush if I wrap my arms around you?
I want to make you just as nervous as you make me. Because even just thinking about you makes the butterflies dance in my chest. My tounge is tied but I can't stop talking to you.
I want to hold your hand. I want to feel how warm it is and see how much bigger your hand is than mine. Your hands look so soft.
I want you. You are so intricate and I want to explore all of you. You can take your time, but I want to learn everything about you.
I want you to feel the same way. You're so confusing but maybe it makes me like you more.
YOU ARE READING
Poems: Aesthete
PoetryHere I churn out my guts for everyone's pleasure, trying to make pain tangible. Trying to make feelings comprehensible. Trying to be somthing.
