Does he know
His breath on my skin,
Sets my soul a'blaze
And when his lips crash into mine,
I hear the oceans waves.
Does he know
His hands were made,
To graze softly upon my skin
And when he smiled against my mouth,
I knew I'd let him in.
Does he know
When we make love,
Our heartbeats are in sync
And when he looks into my eyes,
I can hardly think.
Does he know
How far I'm falling,
With every kiss he gives
And when I'm in his arms at night,
It's where I want to live.
About the Creator
Laura Greeson
I am 44 and I have been writing poetry since I was a child. I love the emotion and the release that comes from it. I hope you enjoy!
IG - uthinkimweird
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Your words touch the soul deeply.