I fiddled with my hair
Whilst you tried to sleepI watched your chest move
Your breathing so deep
Rhythmically pleasing
I started teasing
Your presence at once
Illuminated silhouettes
Of street lights outside
You looked so delicate
I could have died
I mustn't touch
Nor taste youMy love
You are my lust
From dawn until dusk
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Confessions of a Melancholic Dreamer #Wattys2015
PoetryA collection of poetry and prose, gathered through years of creative black-outs and self-preservation. 'Feel the rhythm of a thumping heart through the lines of a daydreamer.' Copyright ©GRETA GREE 2015 Currently ranking 214 in Poetry category (6/29...
