My hands reach out to a shadow afar
I see you there and it is quite bizarre
You're closer now, too close
With barely an inch from our clothes
You touched my hand and held me tight
At that moment, everything felt right
But your eyes are telling me something
Your voice is shaking, what do you mean?
Your lips moved and answered my plea
It feels as if it were a hundred degree
Your hands are restless, always moving
It slips inside and got me moaning
But reality stops me from my stature
Your eyes, they're giving me a clear picture
I stepped away and begged you to stop
I know this, I crave this, but my mind snapped
YOU ARE READING
Trinkets
PoetryIf you want to read without the commitment, this is the perfect book for you. You can open it and read a few excerpts once in a while, or you can read it in one go. The entries here have various themes which may confuse readers as it confused the wr...
