There is a poem I've been trying to write about love, but I could never reiterate the way my soul craves yours
So, instead I'll talk about the way I've bit my nails ever since I can remember
You see, this has always been my nervous habit, but now, my nails are long enough to draw blood from your back as you ****** into me
I remember growing up, wondering why my mother told me to treat my body as a temple After all, everybody has a body, what makes mine so special?
I see your body and it is so beautiful There is nothing I wouldn't give, to regain my innocence, so that I could surely be pure for you
The first time, I tried to describe our love I had flashbacks of my last family vacation, before the divorce I saw my dad, dancing with my mother, as the sunset over the ocean
If only I could convey the way your lips brush against my naked face... I can hardly think of anything other than your hands around my hips While your eyes are stuck on all the parts of me, I have yet learned to love,
Cliche seems to be the only language my hands can compose, but, oh, are you my someone