His hand sweeps underneath my hair
It cups my cheek
Breathe
Five things I see:
Lips
Nose, a beauty mark, dark hair
Crystal blue eyes
His other hand holds the small
Of my back
Four I can touch:
My skin
Soft sleeves, metal watch
His skin
He leans his head in close
I shudder
Three sounds:
His breath, my heartbeat
His heartbeat
He pulls me in close
Two things I smell:
His scent, my scent
Intermingled
He parts his lips
I bite my own
One thing I taste
His kiss
Anxiety erupts
Like butterflies
You keep me grounded
And I love that.
Oct 9, 2015
Oct 9, 2015 at 9:08 PM UTC
His hand sweeps underneath my hair
It cups my cheek
Breathe
Five things I see:
Lips
Nose, a beauty mark, dark hair
Crystal blue eyes
His other hand holds the small
Of my back
Four I can touch:
My skin
Soft sleeves, metal watch
His skin
He leans his head in close
I shudder
Three sounds:
His breath, my heartbeat
His heartbeat
He pulls me in close
Two things I smell:
His scent, my scent
Intermingled
He parts his lips
I bite my own
One thing I taste
His kiss
Anxiety erupts
Like butterflies
You keep me grounded
And I love that.
