Poem

My Personal High

Dreaming of your fingers caressing my body

I wake up to your lips ghosting over my skin

making me feel alive and cherished

My lips search sleepily for yours

and find the warmth in your kiss

I feel your eyes roam over every inch of my soul

seeing right through all my walls

making me feel fragile and bare

 

Biting my lip I feel your hands holding me, lifting me

keeping me together and letting me shatter around you

With locking gazes we melt into one

pouring every heartbeat I have into you

finally feeling complete with you in my arms

 

And I hunt for that rare lazy smile

in every stroke along your skin

and every kiss I place onto your soul

That smile so rarely given is my personal high

brightening my darkest of days

and loneliest of moments

 

mine

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