I finish tearing the seams which lie When they say you'll never be mine You tear the stitching in the sky As your body prepares for pleasure to dine The pitch in your voice becomes high As my fingers move down your spine Weakened when against my ear you sigh Let us blur and erase our cautious line Bathe in this feeling and never ask why
Shared on Hello Poetry on April 14, 2016 Copywrite under Bianca Reyes All rights reserved