Just Thinking,A Poem by ~*Cuddle_Bug*~Yeah, it's not really a poem. . . and yeah, it's not very good. . . but still, it's symbolic of the truth and it makes me cry so, thought I'd share. . . and yeah, it is maybe for Muffin, but I don't know if he'll read it.
I’ll hold you close, wanting to keep you warm but knowing well that it’s probably working the other way around.
I’ll take all of five long minutes removing every layer of clothing off of your body, enjoying every second of it and kissing your soft lips every three. I’ll try so desperately to mold myself against every ripple of your body so tightly that I almost feel my skin melting into yours, until I can no longer tell my pleasure from yours. I’ll breath heavy against your neck and pull you closer every time you move. And later when I’m sitting next to you in bed, I’ll lie to you and tell you that I’m cold so that maybe you’ll let me curl up against you and spend a while longer in your arms.
© 2008 ~*Cuddle_Bug*~Author's Note
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3 Reviews Added on June 26, 2008 Last Updated on June 30, 2008 Author~*Cuddle_Bug*~Brier, WAAbout[email protected] . . . IM me if you're bored I hold this hand And know it's mine Believing not The age of time For years have past And I have grown But never still Doubt my own My name is Ge.. more..Writing
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