His hands:
His fingers drew circles on my hip
Leaving traces of heat and desire
I exhaled as he bit my lip
Being with him was like playing with fire

His big hands crushed my rib cage
As he squeezed me really tight
Rid of all his rage
He slept with me through the night

The tips of his fingers played my lips
Like he was plucking strings on a guitar
He kissed them between sips
of my words not going far

His sideways smile enticed me
To know more about his ways,
His beauty hypnotised me
Bringing sun to rainy days

But soon the colours faded
As he told me she was back
So slowly, I waded
Into the period of dark black.

I still can’t see him
Without getting a shiver
I look for him in everything
I’ve cried him a river.

I see him in the flowers
Whose petals remind me he loves me not
I see him in the hours
When the weather is steaming hot

I see him in the mirror
As he changed each part of me
He made me who I am
Which is scary to see

I miss him all the time
I miss him every day
I find him in each rhyme
I love him all the way.