Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Dec 2018
I’m biting my lip
Thinking about him
The height and his presence
The way my stature fits to his
The sinuous span of his arms
Wrapped around my length
But it’s more than that
It’s how we connect
Through his easy smile
Through smile lined eyes
Through his wit; like a knife
How he sparkles when wrapped
With a presence like mine
And in these arms I forget
Outside woes and regrets
Just present with breath
And how love
Leaves us divine
I’m on a roll.. but it’s a good one!
For the first time in a year the words come easy, and the flow is joyful

Ps love you j
Softly Spoken
Written by
Softly Spoken  Berlin, Germany
(Berlin, Germany)   
Please log in to view and add comments on poems