F**k this

A poem in relation to “real life” feelings.

When their eyes locked, the scenery turned a blurry haze. His locked on her’s like a combination lock with which only a touch could liberate their gaze. Time passing like salt in a cracked hourglass, his forefinger and thumb caressed her arm and up to her neck. Shutters and goosebumps grew up her body like tide rippling up the sunniest of coasts.


~ END OF PART 1 ~

Reviews

[Quill]

I must say I was expecting a somewhat vicious poem when I saw that title, but this is just part one, does it lean towards the vicious angle afterwards?

[Jukebox Junkie]

“A lock which only a touch could liberate...,” and “salt in s cracked hourglass.” Two good turns of phrases in one paragraph, wow!
Thanks

[Zachary Jude]

"Time passing like salt in a cracked hourglass" I really loveeee this line!

[John the Baptist]

Has the sound of something tantalizingly erotic. Still, you might want to do a spell check on the first word of the last sentence.

[Raven Goodpaster]

Thank you! I feel so stupid about that, must have not been thinking!