LESBIAN POETRY ALERT!
For You.
Beauty is only skin deep...
A statement so profound when tracing your curves with the tips of my fingers.
Your skin is beauty...light and creamy, and the softest thing my hands have ever come to know.
Your eyes are two honest, gentle, forever changing pools of green, blue, and a hint of gray.
I hear your heart beating beneath your chest, I rest my head down...and I'm in awe.
In awe that you're here, and mine in this moment.
That your fingers move...with your breath as you tease me.
That your hands are as able as your lips are to please me.
That you want all of me as soon as I'm ready...
To make each second with you, a living, breathing reality.
And will I ever breathe her in again?
While breathing her scent I see no end...
Things have begun, and I watch her glow...
As her tiny breaths come and go...
Her cheeks light with a fire I've created...
Tasting away the sweat that has accumulated,
on my upper lip...from watching her.
Kissing, and Giving all she'll endure.
Here and now as she's awaited...
I'm Drinking from her and I'm intoxicated.
She sucks in one last breath of air.
As her hands are tangled in my hair...
We're together now, in one knot of heat.
Her heart sings rapidly, while mine is a hard, continuous, aching beat.
Beauty is only skin deep.
A statement so profound when tracing your curves with the tips of my fingers.
You're skin is beauty...
Beauty is only skin deep...
A statement so profound when tracing your curves with the tips of my fingers.
Your skin is beauty...light and creamy, and the softest thing my hands have ever come to know.
Your eyes are two honest, gentle, forever changing pools of green, blue, and a hint of gray.
I hear your heart beating beneath your chest, I rest my head down...and I'm in awe.
In awe that you're here, and mine in this moment.
That your fingers move...with your breath as you tease me.
That your hands are as able as your lips are to please me.
That you want all of me as soon as I'm ready...
To make each second with you, a living, breathing reality.
And will I ever breathe her in again?
While breathing her scent I see no end...
Things have begun, and I watch her glow...
As her tiny breaths come and go...
Her cheeks light with a fire I've created...
Tasting away the sweat that has accumulated,
on my upper lip...from watching her.
Kissing, and Giving all she'll endure.
Here and now as she's awaited...
I'm Drinking from her and I'm intoxicated.
She sucks in one last breath of air.
As her hands are tangled in my hair...
We're together now, in one knot of heat.
Her heart sings rapidly, while mine is a hard, continuous, aching beat.
Beauty is only skin deep.
A statement so profound when tracing your curves with the tips of my fingers.
You're skin is beauty...