Her eyes stared deep into his own
And the starry galaxies within each
Spun crescendo, a little faster,
About the axis of their hearts.
Twas then, when her shirt collar
Slipped to reveal her soft shoulder skin,
And the subtle line of the clavicle within,
That his eyes wandered,
And she blushed. He was fully enticed
By her then, and needed to feel her soul.
And so gave the first kiss, of their first time,
Planting euphoria on her collarbone.
Feb 5, 2016
Feb 5, 2016 at 9:18 PM UTC
Her eyes stared deep into his own
And the starry galaxies within each
Spun crescendo, a little faster,
About the axis of their hearts.
Twas then, when her shirt collar
Slipped to reveal her soft shoulder skin,
And the subtle line of the clavicle within,
That his eyes wandered,
And she blushed. He was fully enticed
By her then, and needed to feel her soul.
And so gave the first kiss, of their first time,
Planting euphoria on her collarbone.
It's funny that, even though I wrote poems like this, and ****** poetry, I'm in all reality a ****** in the practice of celibacy
Kinda odd I think. Let me know what you all think
