I run my fingers through her hair as we stare into each others eyes. Feeling the deep raw emotion of love brew in my chest, it feels constricting but at the same time warm. Nothing fills my mind except for the desire to feel her lips pressed against mine. The burn for our skins to once more be flush upon each others. My breath is taken away instantly from her soft fingers trailing against my spine. There's no other comfort i adore more than her's. Our eyes trace each others faces, inspecting all our little flaws and things that make us us.
I feel her warmth blow across my upper lip as our faces remain only inches apart. My mind remains calm and unriddled. I run slow circles across the soft skin of her bare hip. There's no other place I'd rather be.
-atp these probably wouldn't be considered poems, idk. Intimacy is so *cries* and i couldn't get out the feelings so i just wrote them out?-
