You called me a sweet name today,
You coated it in sugar and honey
The sweet taste of nectar made me squeal with happiness,
My pillow catching my screams of yearning for the next time you'd call me another sweet name.
Once I heard your voice once more blood rushed to my cheeks
My oh my what did I do to deserve you,
You rushed into my life like the hot feeling of my ears becoming hot when you whispered so dearly to me,
I was yours once you moved my hair behind my ear with a swift touch,
Come back and touch me once more I'd wish
- Sheccid Morales
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My Idea of Mourning
PoetryMy poetry, they describe a bit of my life piece by piece.
