Our Poetry

His breath swirls and ripples, glides over my skin
Words fall from his lips that slowly sink in

My body the paper on which he will write
His mouth full of ink dripping black in the night

He pours it on softly, it thickens and stains
It spreads like a fire, coursing heat through my veins

He kisses my temple and whispers sincere
Fills me with words I've been longing to hear

I breathe in his breath as I take in his gaze
I want this inside me for all of my days

This is the way every night should be
Full of his breath and our poetry

Reviews

[Emily]

I love your wording!! Well done.

[Ranger Nadaly]

I think you have grasped what you are trying to say, because I truly love the idea of this piece. Although I would probably make the wording/detail more intense/romantic/pleasurable.