You

I look at you,
and the words in my head are pure poetry
But they fall from my tongue all juvenile and broken
I wish I could do justice to your face
To your warm brown eyes that turn to the darkest onxy when we f**k
To the curves of your thighs
To your hands that make me so weak
To your mind that I wish I could comprehend

Reviews

[Inject Positivity]

Such a passion filled sensual yet sweet write... The whole poem reflects a beautiful imagery... I loved the word choices... There is a sense of desire and love in it that runs through the whole poem... Very well done...

Sincerely
Dhiman

[Iona Dorsett]

Thankyou so much Dhiman, feedback like this really gives me confidence. So sweet of you.

[Inject Positivity]

You are welcome mate, let me know if you need me to read anything of yours by a mail...