You look at me
with those eyes
imploring
your soul
seeking
answers that experience can only answer.
Your hands search me
your hair hangs low, curling
and inviting. These times are
simple.
I love them, sinking
gluttonously too deep
to a place we both enjoy.
But then...
we come again
to your greedy eyes
probing deep within my
tender soul
wanting answers
to questions
no girl my age should know.
Jun 11, 2013
Jun 11, 2013 at 2:22 PM UTC
You look at me
with those eyes
imploring
your soul
seeking
answers that experience can only answer.
Your hands search me
your hair hangs low, curling
and inviting. These times are
simple.
I love them, sinking
gluttonously too deep
to a place we both enjoy.
But then...
we come again
to your greedy eyes
probing deep within my
tender soul
wanting answers
to questions
no girl my age should know.
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