It seems like time stands still
Every time I taste your lips
Soft and gentle with a flavor of love

Slowly and purposely my hands become
As I touch your neck and move to your shoulders
Carefully and confidently, I drop your dress
A beauty that can’t be contained with words
Is upon me, with a look of desire
The longing grows and grows like fire

Published by Beipher

I have been writing poetry since a teenager but did not have the courage to really show it off. It wasn't until I had some tools as I battled depression and mental illness. They are still a part of me, which you will see for yourself. My writing is dark and raw.

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