Poems arn't cool anymore, losers. You're not...
The nights passion is driven
Pushed to the brink with each touch...
Your eyes
squint lustful glares...
Evaporates with the morning dew,
but the scent stays with my pillow...
Waiting...Watching...Wanting
I stand in the doorway, fresh from my shower...
His hair light brown,
truthful eyes...
Lay me down, upon the bed,
Rapport so strong, no words are said...
My heads resting on your chest, listening to your...
i think i liked you from day we met...
Gentle hands cupped behind my neck,
pull me forward to meet your mouth...
Sweet love sing me a verse
time slows to a sluggish pace...
Eyes met in the dark
rhythmic breathing, drumming hearts...
You have the ability to devastate,
it's not your fault...