Soft hearts beat quickly in time. One, two. One, two. I stare at her lips, then press them to mine. One, two. One, two. I curl up against her, thinking “This is a sign.” One, two. One, two. Then deepen the embrace, and let our bodies intertwine.
the simple touch of your fingertips on mine the way we used to walk just a bit closer than friends do causing our hands to bump together as if our bodies were just begging us to intertwine our fingers together no one passing by would be able to mistake us as “just friends”
i am absurdly busy today and all i am doing is reading and writing poems. i really admire the talented people on this website, everyone’s style is so unique and gorgeous.
Everytime I see people kiss there’s an explosion in my heart that mimics the feeling of when your lips hit mine. A sweet collision breaking through any premeditated resistance, I feel power in your breath, Intertwining, flowing into and out of my own. Not taking from, not adding too, but existing with. So when I tell you “you take my breath away” understand what I really mean, when we kiss I can feel god. When we kiss my spirit jumps for joy and gets so excited he slips right out my nostrils and sits on the ceiling When we kiss seconds get longer, I can see sounds, hear color, and the goose bumps on your skin just feel like love notes.
what i long for are those lips, to take long, slow, and passionate sips. to caress your rough, worn face. as you play around with lace, both our legs intertwine under the covers, as you and i mold into one another as lovers