Untitled Love ...........
Every waking minute, I spend on him...
The memories of The sparkle in his eyes, The curve of his nose The smile upon his mouth
The wetness of his tongue, The roughness of his chin ,The gentleness of his ears, The perfection of his chest, I can still remember,
Our kiss, The way our tongues met
Making love in the dark, The way our lips Pressed together, The scent of his hair
When my lips Brushed against the Nape of his neck
How our hips, Glued together, How we rode in on each other, Like a pure wave
The way our bodies, Pressed together, Having a conversation of their own
The sound of Our muffled moans, That escaped our lips, The way every kiss, Meant something, How everyone Would fade away, When we were together...
The way his shirt, Pressed against his chest, Smelt when I’d listen to his heartbeat
The way our fingers Would find each other in a crowd, The smile in our eyes When we’d stare at each other
The way we’d share something
As if it were nothing
The way our last Kiss of the night Would last forever
The way we felt Our love, Would never end
I still remember everything
As if it were just scenes From a book,
I’ve read too many times...
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