Distance separates our lust,
yet our hearts could never linger so close.
Attraction binds our bodies,
while jubilation entrances our vision.
We will bathe in the comfort of each other’s smell,
and grow in the company of one another’s passion.
For our beauty is truly born from us together.
Together as a pair.
Remarkable,
You.
Unbelievable,
You.
Mysterious,
You.
Selfless,
You.
Charming,
You.
Me,
Not without,
You.
You’re a shadow.
Seemingly dark.
With a soul that entrances
and a blackness that surrounds.
Someone turns on the lights.
Your body now uncovered.
Both eyes meet.
Undressing the character of the other.
Room becomes red.
Both glow like roses.
Petals of kisses drown the floor.
Lust and passion take over.
The curls of her hair fall down like golden sunshine. Each strand on her head matches this shimmering light; the light of a smile that glistens with beauty. Even her eyes seem to sparkle, and it’s not because of the light. It’s from seeing you.
Sweet Smile.
Serene,
tender.
Eyes that capture.
Chestnut brown.
Body,
toned.
Chin,
stubble-grown.
Arms wrap me.
Touch of cotton.
Soft,
protective.
A heartbeat,
belonging only to I.
Her eyes bloom like roses,
awakening to a new day.
She catches a glimpse of a dazzling light.
Both of her eyes squint.
Clear as day he stands there,
shimmering and impeccable.
“I love you.” She whispers.
But the light fades away,
and tears slide down her cheeks.
Each one like a rose petal,
falling because it’s weak.
The thorn of your finger stung my aching heart.
Each moment I bled was a flashback of pain.
It’s hard to remember what used to be good,
and any memory still hurts the same.
It’s that feeling you get when something sweet touches your taste buds.
It’s the sheer pleasure exerted by watching someone smile.
It’s that moment when you realize the heat between each other is everlasting.
It’s tantalizing.
It’s mesmerizing.
It is forever you.
People walk through your life with no sense of love.
Each one of them uses your heart to squeeze reliability from your lips.
You could never say no because you care too much.
Your soul is nothing but a sliding door for the selfish population.
Beauty is sunshine.
Bright, dazzeling,
though blinded by clouds.
Others cannot see it.
Each cloud is an arm,
forcing you back.
Doubt clogs your mind.
Is beauty trapped only inside?
You fight hard to shine through,
but it’s not truly them holding you back,
it’s only you.