i want to feel your fingertips trace my skin to savor the taste of your lips to feel the warmth of your breath on my neck your hands caressing my body to be entangled with you in satin sheets blissfully exhausted
i chose lust as a subject for this poem, something i have never wrote about
pull you close grab my waist rest my hands on your face kiss you slow close embrace lift me up wearing lace hands will drift press and trace melting with the sweet taste love on lips time to waste you and i in this place
when people are in love they often say they simply fell tripped over their own two feet face forward and into the arms of their beloved
i did more than simply fall onto the ground of your love
you, for me were an ocean and i dived headfirst roughly harshly almost painfully into the waters of “you”
i knew i could not swim but i did so anyway i was drowning entangled in you surrounded by this being of “you” engulfed in this feeling of “you”
and i did not know what came over me but i let myself drown i did not try to swim back up because if i went back to land, releasing myself from your grasp that would mean losing the feeling of “you”
and after submerging into the depth the love the passion of “you”