California:
The palm trees are high
Your hands are warm
The sun has set
We are wide awake
The moon is shining big and bright
We are laying so close I can feel your breath on my neck
The bed is soft and so is your chest
We watch movies hands wrapped in eachother
Your hand roams my body as does mine with your body
You find my ticklish spot making me jerk
I keep moving up as you tickle me
I tickle your neck with my lips
As I leave little kisses
You run your fingers through my hair
Tugging just a little
My feelings for you start to go crazy
Seeing such beauty next to me
I start to smile as I go in kissing you
You kiss back, I can feel the passion
We finally fall asleep next to eachother
Happy as I was that night
I will never regret or forget
California
YOU ARE READING
The Odd Mind Of Saria Walker(Poetry)
PoetryThese are just different poems I write. I usually write poetry when I really like someone, depressed, in love, or angry or upset. Normally any other time besides calm.
