My HABit
Notice me: Curves spill from the absence of her clothes,
an' myself I find lost on the celestrial continent of her skin
Caress me: She is a visual orgasam I have time and time again
and time and time again I love her
Embrace me: She ate the sky sideways with her mouth
it stains her lips,
leaving them moist
Love me: and she has loved devouring the sky
I know she has
I can hear it in her throat
as her sentences float on golden chords
spun from the clouds
Adore me: She fills my voids and makes me whole
Leaving me to feel unworthy at times
My habit that I never want to give up
posted by Essence_of_Dew @ 2:40 PM
1 Comments:
Its so ironic that I wrote this because after about a year and a half of she and I going out I broke up with her maybe a month after I wrote this poem
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