Her
What makes her beautiful?
Is it the melodic cadence of lingering spoken thoughts. Words drifting off beads of sweat slowly rolling off her collar bone, or is it more like the endless curvature of her spine as you wrap extensions of your love around her.
Engulfing her in the high and breathless passion sweeping you both away.
What makes her beautiful? Laugh so hypnotic, lips swaths of velvet so enticing. Poised and ready to leave you pieces of her soul, gift wrapped with her body.
What makes her beautiful? Eyes that sparkle like the glow-in-the-dark plastic stars on her bedroom ceiling. A reminder of all those quite moments entwined, wishing desperately for time to stand still for that single moment.
Those lost moment reassembled once again with the soft glow of those stars smiling upon the quite darkness.
What makes her beautiful?
Something wrong with this poem?
Replies are closed for this poem.
Your Poem's Voice
See what makes your poem unique — its voice, energy, themes, and the literary traditions it draws from.
Comments (0)
No comments yet. Be the first to share your thoughts.
Log in to leave a comment.