The cigarette burns bright
Between your perfect fingers
And I think that this night
Could never be any better
There's strawberry wine by your bed
And your hair falling down your back
And these thoughts racing through my head
As our bodies draw so, so close
Acting intimately
I feel very, very small
All these things you've shown me
I'm left struck with this awe
Your hand on my thigh, I'm shaking
I gently caress your smooth neck
My heart is violently quaking
As I draw you in close, touch lips
And fall into your kiss
Jun 29, 2014
Jun 29, 2014 at 7:10 AM UTC
The cigarette burns bright
Between your perfect fingers
And I think that this night
Could never be any better
There's strawberry wine by your bed
And your hair falling down your back
And these thoughts racing through my head
As our bodies draw so, so close
Acting intimately
I feel very, very small
All these things you've shown me
I'm left struck with this awe
Your hand on my thigh, I'm shaking
I gently caress your smooth neck
My heart is violently quaking
As I draw you in close, touch lips
And fall into your kiss
This poem was primarily inspired by Looking For Alaska by John Green.
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