Feb 2018
At first a gentle kiss
That soon led to more
Distracted by the abyss
Not knowing what’s in store
Climbing over you
I melted into your lips
My body knew what to do
As your hands held my hips
For a second I pulled away
Looked into your eyes
Not knowing what to say
Your hands rested on my thighs
You were a pro
I, a young amateur
You helped me to let go
Through the warmth of the liquor
I’ll never forget
That blur of a night
I don’t even regret
Though I thought I might
That soon led to more
Distracted by the abyss
Not knowing what’s in store
Climbing over you
I melted into your lips
My body knew what to do
As your hands held my hips
For a second I pulled away
Looked into your eyes
Not knowing what to say
Your hands rested on my thighs
You were a pro
I, a young amateur
You helped me to let go
Through the warmth of the liquor
I’ll never forget
That blur of a night
I don’t even regret
Though I thought I might
I wrote this weeks ago and never posted it because it just felt too weird. I like the actual writing of this poem but the context is a little irritating. I guess I'll keep writing forever about this one night because that's all I've got.
Sorry I write so much about you, but sometimes I can't help it. I'm trying to fix that though.
Sorry I write so much about you, but sometimes I can't help it. I'm trying to fix that though.
