Like the rhythm of a beat made just for me, your heart beat lulls me into a peaceful sleep.
Listening to the thump, thump that pounds out of your chest, I feel my heart skip a beat with the inhale of every breath.
Every breath of your pheromones, your natural essence intoxicates me sending me into a high Mary Jane could never reach.
I feel myself slipping, deeper and deeper into the dark abyss of your chocolate toned chest, finding my thoughts running towards what could possibly be next.
But I quickly catch myself with the constant reminder that this feeling comes like a rapid wave over me and leaves like that of which is provided by the herbs at the bottom of a grinder.
So until my next fix of your smell touch and taste, I’m stuck here with these displaced feelings like a heavy weight.
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Katrina Pride
Once a wandering lost mind turned into a free spirted, free thinker, I write to get out all emotions and whimsical ideas I can't seem to express vocally.
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Lost
I thought I knew where home was. I thought I found it in you. In the flicker of your eye whenever you winked at me. In the glistening of your teeth when you smiled my way. In the rumble of your voice whenever you assured me life would be okay. In the intoxicating aroma of your natural pheromones that left me drooling for more. In the center of your chest as I laid my head being soothed by the thump thump of your heart while your arms held me tight squeezing away the doubt of my past life. But just when I thought I found my home, I seemed to have forgotten how to get there. As if someone uprooted it from its foundation and keeps moving it making it harder for me to find. I keep looking for home thinking I’m getting closer with every turn but it’s never the right one. And somehow I’ve stumbled into this apartment. It’s not quite like home, but it feels oh so familiar. It rests my mind and my aching body from running on the long journey chasing home. Although this apartment isn’t my forever home, this is where I shall plant my feet in this temporary dwelling and enjoy my stay with smaller comforts. That is until home is found again.
By Katrina Pride4 years ago in Poets
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