#metaphorsforloveystuff
I want to hold the back of your head,
and pull your mouth into mine.
I taste you.
I taste you.
Baby, your soothing lips taste of bitter coffee and mint.
Your beard tickles my face.
I smile against your mouth,
I move to the tender hollow of your neck,
and amidst the sweet cosset of my lips,
I whisper,
“We can't stay long.”
Our longing held captive by a relentless hurricane.
Yet, we’ll find our way.
I'll see you soon in the eye of the storm.
Jan 23, 2018
Jan 23, 2018 at 2:04 PM UTC