GO BACK TO SLEEP
'Come here', he said, his breath pleading with her lips again. His eyes were already closed once more, and she wanted more than just the warmth of his fingers in hers;
'Promise you'll come back', he said, his lips gently tearing into hers. she felt his hand on her jaw line as he pulled her closer into him, and she opened her mouth and sighed.
'We share the same secret', she said, coiling her fingers in his hair this time. she journeyed through his eyes, wondering if she would ever find her way through the ocean to his mind, filled with knowlege and desire. his fingers snaked into her other hand, while his other explored the small of her back;
'Come to California', he said, his lips at her throat this time, his hand on its way to her breast. she opened her mouth to him, and felt him sigh as she traped his lip with her teeth;
'It's the way you feel', he said. she marveled at how his fingers felt against her cheek, somehow cool and gentle as air. she moved with him to meet his touch, and wished that this wasn't Goodbye.
I'm definitely not a poet by any means, so this is probably just an odd form of prose? I'm not sure. I punctuated and capitalized things oddly on purpose. I like it as is, but I would enjoy some feedback anyway.
Greater things to come.
'Promise you'll come back', he said, his lips gently tearing into hers. she felt his hand on her jaw line as he pulled her closer into him, and she opened her mouth and sighed.
'We share the same secret', she said, coiling her fingers in his hair this time. she journeyed through his eyes, wondering if she would ever find her way through the ocean to his mind, filled with knowlege and desire. his fingers snaked into her other hand, while his other explored the small of her back;
'Come to California', he said, his lips at her throat this time, his hand on its way to her breast. she opened her mouth to him, and felt him sigh as she traped his lip with her teeth;
'It's the way you feel', he said. she marveled at how his fingers felt against her cheek, somehow cool and gentle as air. she moved with him to meet his touch, and wished that this wasn't Goodbye.
I'm definitely not a poet by any means, so this is probably just an odd form of prose? I'm not sure. I punctuated and capitalized things oddly on purpose. I like it as is, but I would enjoy some feedback anyway.
Greater things to come.