Gravity....
Her hand on my left cheek ...the warmth..imprinted love on my memory.
Pulled an inch closer..there sang her eyes through some messy hair strands .
It's a mental breakdown...for a moment or two.
Pushed my face to the right..a silky whisper...no words just a feeling of warm air kissing..eyelids becoming heavy...a soft bite on the neck..gravity...entering the oblivion.
The tongue brushing all the way up...sneaked out of moment as the lips met..softly, creating a vaccum.. her's seeking the tongue of mine..the warmth met the cold..a bite on the lower lip...a drop of blood,
the thirst has been tasted off those rose petals..Pushed her away...A perfect ending to every meeting.
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Me her ...tears/love?
PoetryDear reader Ever wondered what Love really meant... well the following poems are written for her by a stranger(me). Some unheard words, some left unspoken, some were left in me by her. It ain't about a broken heart instead it's about the word 'Love'...
