Him

Mon, 09/10/2018 - 21:36 -- mussery

oh my word I'm in love with him.

 

the way his words sound like music to my ears,

his melodic voice flowing into my eardrum

like steam blowing through a valley

 

the casual winks he throws my way

lights my skin on fire,

as if it hadn't already burned up 

under his gaze

 

I love his hands

every inch and crevice

fitting into mine like they were made for one another;

his fingertips always lightly tracing my skin

and leaving me breathless

 

those blue eyes 

make me lose my breath

they way they stare into my deepest thoughts

and desires

This poem is about: 
Me

Comments

aliyahviscantas

this is really really good !

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