Renegade Lover

your kisses taste like cigarettes...

Your dirtied hands

with brown-lined caluses,

they are so soothing to me.

 

Your torn-up leather vest

that matches your long matted hair,

squinted eyes that act so tough,

but I see their softness.

 

Your kisses taste like your cigarettes.

You hug me in your sweaty arms,

and that's when I feel most calm,

I feel secure.

 

The stubble of your cheeks

stab me as I kiss you,

it only makes me want to kiss you more.

Your low growling voice in my ear

vibrates through my spine.

 

You say so little

but I hear so much more.

Your silent confessions

ride on your nicotine breath.

You have way more passion than you're

willing to admit.

 

I fell in love with all of you,

and I won't try to get back up.

I'll just lay here beside you

and dream.

Reviews

[Glen Yumang Manese]

Living life for what it is...the journey with someone is a compromising addictive...others look at thing superficially...and you give us --- love me for me...and nothing else really matters...as you say in the end stanza:

I fell in love with all of you,
and I won't try to get back up.
I'll just lay here beside you
and dream.

[Wynter Page]

Thank you :)

[Glen Yumang Manese]

you're welcome...