army green sweater
skin as frisky as leather
is there a feeling any better
than touching our thighs together?
friction and depicting
confusion from intrusion
i heard you write about me,
is that quite an assumption?
in moments gazes would meet;
masks of ice, to your eyes would shield —
is it to keep you from the seething heat
from the pits of my psyche?
with your coffee left too long in the open,
all you held was your soul and a pen.
struggling to find words to describe your sentiment
of feelings discerned with eyes so sunken.
Apr 9, 2019
Apr 9, 2019 at 4:50 PM UTC
army green sweater
skin as frisky as leather
is there a feeling any better
than touching our thighs together?
friction and depicting
confusion from intrusion
i heard you write about me,
is that quite an assumption?
in moments gazes would meet;
masks of ice, to your eyes would shield —
is it to keep you from the seething heat
from the pits of my psyche?
with your coffee left too long in the open,
all you held was your soul and a pen.
struggling to find words to describe your sentiment
of feelings discerned with eyes so sunken.
