Wisco my name should be "me.gs" on here but apparently Hello Poetry doesn't like periods.
i write things in my journal, then put them on here 35 followers / 8.2k words
You have the Most angelic touch I've ever known I can only imagine Your feather-light kisses Trailing down my neck And your fingertips Tracing, Tracing, Their way down my stomach
I am sure you taste sweeter than the apple slice you're eating
I wish I could find out
May I taste your lips, dear?
I promise I'll be gentle
me.gs
this reminds me of the one youtube video where sasha grey is reading that book and she has a ******* in how she says dear in that video is how i imagine saying dear in this
The storm rages on around us And, My dear, I can't help but think That even if we were in the middle of a tornado You could make it feel like a Calm, calm day on the lake
My life is chaotic And nothing - nobody Is even close to the large modicum of Peace your aura brings.
This grey patina covering the windows, it Obscures my view the slightest bit And I can't help but wonder What Small Things am I missing? Now that my perspective is skewed The Tiniest bit, What am I missing now that I would have Seen before?
My focus has never been the best, but You've just shot it all to **** How can I write an essay When You are three feet away from my lips (It might as well be an eternity away)