Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Feb 2019
There was a certain magic in the warmth of the air that night. In the glow of her skin, her endless gaze, her cool touch. The smell of summer and cigarettes. The feel of her cool fingers laced in mine, with her head on my shoulder. That flannel I never did get back. The taste of her lips and her neck. Those goosebumps that never whent away nor lasted long enough. There was a certain magic in the warmth that night I found out what love was.
josh wilbanks
Written by
josh wilbanks  north carolina
(north carolina)   
451
   Em MacKenzie
Please log in to view and add comments on poems