Hello Poetry
Submit your work and get some sparkles! Create free account
The beat of his heart has become one with my palm As we drift under brunette silk that wisps upon elevated ivory skin He traces the freckles on mine as I gaze at constellations Whispered giggles from our strategic tickles We make love even when we are separate Our chests glow from our radiation Reciprocating kisses on lips of shea His earth toned eyes stare second guesses away Titled
0
Jun 17, 2013
Jun 17, 2013 at 2:07 PM UTC
I Would Love To Stay
The beat of his heart has become one with my palm As we drift under brunette silk that wisps upon elevated ivory skin He traces the freckles on mine as I gaze at constellations Whispered giggles from our strategic tickles We make love even when we are separate Our chests glow from our radiation Reciprocating kisses on lips of shea His earth toned eyes stare second guesses away Titled
moon-baby
Written by
Jun 17, 2013
Jun 17, 2013 at 2:07 PM UTC
Request permission to use this poem