Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Jan 2017
I've never craved the touch of another, until I met you.


You make my lips quiver as your tongue glazes over top of them.


My legs tremble as your fingertips make their way down my body.


My lungs weak from the way you make me moan and gasp for air.


My hair, messy from us being naughty under your covers.


My voice cracks more and more every time I scream your name.

You show me how much I want you.

t.h.
Taija
Written by
Taija  20/F/πŸ‡¨πŸ‡¦
(20/F/πŸ‡¨πŸ‡¦)   
Please log in to view and add comments on poems