• wanderess_ 5w

    Her hand in mine,
    How warm is her smile,
    I can’t help but notice,
    With each sun ray immersed,
    Her eyes are cinnamon coloured,
    Not alike a black hole; as she says.
    As her heart jumps,
    She giggles,
    Her laugh; god,
    I can’t resist,
    It turns me on; enough.
    Her lips,
    Softer than cotton,
    Tastes bittersweet,
    Alike truth.
    More than moonlight,
    She is what I want,
    To make my mere existence,
    soulful.
    She is all I want,
    In this life.


    ©wanderess_