FervourA Poem by K.P.H.Mnoun; intense and passionate feelingIt feels like cinnamon, Making me sin again. Gold dusted lips, Making their way down to my hips, As I straddle you, Throwing my head back, In the light of the blue moon. That made me bloom, Unconditionally open for you, In the strawberry fields, After all of these years. I still don’t want to run, Though I’ve always made a habit of it, After coming even the smallest bit undone. Vanilla extract pours out of my skin, Drenching me within, To make it easy for you to glide, Devastating deep inside, As a smile plays on your lips, God you could save me with, Just. One. Sip. © 2023 K.P.H.M |
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1 Review Added on April 2, 2023 Last Updated on April 4, 2023 Tags: falling in love, summer, commitment issues, friends to lovers, love, Lover AuthorK.P.H.MMTAboutA romantic cynic for who poetry is an escape and healing. I hope you enjoy. more..Writing
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