I Like.
I like the image you project to my eyes,
the smile in your face puts a smile in mine.
I like of the lyrics coming out through your lips
and the way your hands danced my hips.
You petrified me with your your kisses,
in your arms, I want to be a mistress.
I like the warmness of your breath,
the idea of falling asleep on your chest.
Your body was born to me mine,
even if for a fraction of time.
[written by B]
+Sunday Oct 10 @ 03:29pm
tagged as: poem. b.
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