what's it like to feel his lips,
pressed up against my own,
then up long my collarbone,
my jawline,
my thighs,
my hipbones,
and everything lost?
it feels like longing
a jerk forward when he's as close as he can be
my hands snaking around his neck,
a gasp released from my parted pastel lips
to tell him to do it again
because i can't get enough of him
i'm so intoxicated by his touch,
his voice,
his eyes,
his thoughts
i want to be selfish,
i only want them to brighten around me, and only me
i only want that parted sigh, that closed eyed face of pleasure
to only come from me
i only want his shaky voice, his hands around my throat and his sweet embrace of 'baby'
to be mine
i want that lip bite, that cocked back head
i want that explosion of tongue and touch,
i want that feeling that it's always something more
to only be
ours.
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sunshine.
Poetryyou are my sunshine, my only sunshine you make me happy when skies are gray you never know dear, how much i love you please don't take my sunshine away poetry.
