How I want you to be.
I want you to kiss down my scars,
While I kiss down yours.
Before making love with me,
I want you to taste my
Bitter soul
As you allow me to taste yours.
Before our hands
Navigate our bodies
Like anxious souls
Looking for a home on a map,
I want your words
To make love with me,
Even if it's all a haze,
Even if it's just a phase.
(A/N: Ugh. I'm not a huge believer of romantic love to be honest, I guess I got inspired by the shit ton of fan fic I read...
....so.. there's gonna be a series of progesterone fueled poetry now, ig.
Hope you like it! Thank you for all the votes n reads! You guys are incredible!! Love ya!)
YOU ARE READING
Burning.
Poetry..For anyone who's suffering out there, fighting with your own set of demons. ( you're not alone, you know.) Dedicated to one of my closest friends, H.
