I feel your lips on mine,
your fingers down my spine.
I greedly grab you,
and pulls you unimaginary close.
Our breath synchronizes,
like our heart beats,
kicking and kicking.
I start kissing your neck,
a shiver run through your body,
grabbing me,
hugging my curves.
You lift me up,
in your arms.
I am a bird.
I am your bird.
Is this love?
I think it is.
(e.k.j.)
Feb 21, 2014
Feb 21, 2014 at 1:03 PM UTC
I feel your lips on mine,
your fingers down my spine.
I greedly grab you,
and pulls you unimaginary close.
Our breath synchronizes,
like our heart beats,
kicking and kicking.
I start kissing your neck,
a shiver run through your body,
grabbing me,
hugging my curves.
You lift me up,
in your arms.
I am a bird.
I am your bird.
Is this love?
I think it is.
(e.k.j.)
Sorry not sorry!
Request permission to use this poem