Short Poems

50

I want to feel your hands around my waist, to hear your morning voice, to know how your lips taste.

I want to hear your contagious laugh when you hear a joke about a stupid giraffe.

I want to know what you think about when the sky is dark and the moon is out.

But most of all, I want you to know that I'm here for you through all the highs and lows.

- k.v.b