I can barely stand
The nearness of you.
Your sleeping body shifts
And you capture me with slumbering arms.
The warm breath at the back of my neck
Melts the frozen parts of me,
But there is no use for a lukewarm heart.
Can't you see how your fingertips linger
Or how you scorch me with the warmth of your skin?
This closeness could be the end of me.
You, all of you,
Eyes like chocolate
And lips like strawberries,
I want it all.
And your touch
Is driving me mad.
Aug 5, 2014
Aug 5, 2014 at 11:01 AM UTC
I can barely stand
The nearness of you.
Your sleeping body shifts
And you capture me with slumbering arms.
The warm breath at the back of my neck
Melts the frozen parts of me,
But there is no use for a lukewarm heart.
Can't you see how your fingertips linger
Or how you scorch me with the warmth of your skin?
This closeness could be the end of me.
You, all of you,
Eyes like chocolate
And lips like strawberries,
I want it all.
And your touch
Is driving me mad.
