The gentle hugs you’d give
The way your arms wrapped
around me as to a blanket
leaving your colognes’ scent
My covers could never
hold me as tightly as you
The thickness of your lips
interfered with my cheek
I could only blush
of the nomadic past
My pillow could never
Kiss me as you did
The sweat on your palm
holding mine, you were nervous
The last whisper of your voice
It was simply perfect
Could never be replaced by sorrow
Can never be relived by memories
Nov 1, 2013
Nov 1, 2013 at 9:14 PM UTC
The gentle hugs you’d give
The way your arms wrapped
around me as to a blanket
leaving your colognes’ scent
My covers could never
hold me as tightly as you
The thickness of your lips
interfered with my cheek
I could only blush
of the nomadic past
My pillow could never
Kiss me as you did
The sweat on your palm
holding mine, you were nervous
The last whisper of your voice
It was simply perfect
Could never be replaced by sorrow
Can never be relived by memories