Warmth and Emptiness

5 words were given along with 10 minutes to make a poem.

I look at her, dewy,

Fresh out of the shower, 

Like raindrops on a silky petal after it rains.

As I sip my tea, 

I feel the warmth of the steam on my face,

Trickle down the back of my throat.

I could never fill the space she leaves in my chest

She comes back in my memory like a PMS craving

For that dollar chocolate little kids are always selling at your doorstep.

What she does to my should should be an abomination.

Her footsteps sink my heart

and with every click of her heels my heart takes an adventure through my body,

Trying to find her again.