Fire and heat
Your Love was hot and full of fire
The first night you grabbed my hips and kissed my lips
You pulled me in
And I couldn't escape
I didn't want to
You filled my stomach with warmth and my heart with a burning flame
I had never craved anyone like I did you
I wanted to taste every inch of you and take your heat as my own
And that was all in the first night
YOU ARE READING
Belonging
Teen FictionA collections of poems from the first time I fell in love. The art of falling The art of breaking The art of missing The art of coming back
