PostPoems Be Artistic. Be Creative. Be Inspired!

You have such nice straight teeth

Your short hair is so young and soft

I like the way your eyes observe me from head to toe

Your embrace keeps me wanted and your mouthful of kisses are intense

Your quiet disposition writes a mystery of pages that I can't stop reading

I like how your skin smells of Polo Blue

I wait for your random text messages and lonely night phone calls,

it reassures me of your living voice;

and when I descend into a world of blur,

it's because I haven't heard from you for days...

...sometimes weeks

I admire your worldly artscapes that paint your fresh new walls

Your array of souvenirs, and assortment of glass bottles

decorate your bottom shelf with wealth

Your unmade bed sheets blanket my long brown hair

The view from your high windows take my breath away

So deep and dark you have me, it pierces my steady heart

I know I shouldn't be on this high and low;

but the frenzy of feelings eats away at my mind and passion seeps

from my soggy pen

I'm so thankful you're my muse and that you keep me running back for more;

but I'm in way too deep...

and you're too blind to see