SHEETS

 

I yearn for those sweet kisses,

Your body is hot and I wishes,

To lay beside you and hear your breath,

You make me hunger for you while you leave.

 

To rub my hands through your hair,

To feel the closeness of you being near,

To touch your soft ears,

To feel your heat is what I bear.

 

I miss the smell of the sheets,

My body aches for you as it been many weeks,

To get close to those baby brown eyes,

To feel your breast against my body as you lie.

 

The smell of your skin and your dribble,

As I kiss your neck while I nibble,

To feel your bones and your touch,

While to have that sensation of a gush.

 

The vibration and your hands on my chest,

To remove your pants and your vest,

To see your tiny hairs and all your freckles,

To feel your blood flow through your ventricles.

 

Your tiny nose press against my cheek,

I miss how you fantasize as you seek,

To feel your ribcage and see your belly button,

To feel you’re spine with gust all of a sudden.

 

A relief and many breathes as you relax,

With the aroma of fresh scent of candle wax,

Then more strokes with your tongue,

While you breathe deeply as I can feel your lungs.

 

I hope that these feelings are still there,

The damage they cause us might make a tear,

To destroy the act of making creation,

Two people in love may lose the sensation.