I trace your jawline
You awake asunder
Am I to believe the touch of another would best suit you my lover?
However, wrapped up in silk sheets,
Our legs knotted up,
Those honey glazed eyes woven into mine
I cannot imagine a world in which our every Hello must be followed by a Goodbye
We closed doors; made sure to lock locks,
We deceive ourselves; a shield from a world that does not offer us a lot.
And, drew curtains that block sun’s rays,
For moment longer I bask in your honey glaze
If I close my eyes, then I can take myself there:
I pull you in,
You push away
I implore, “Please, stay,”
Then, I do that thing you like a lot
Tossing, turning, thrusting
Our hands possessed by lovely lusting
You grip my shoulders and tear into my back,
I do that thing that makes your eyes roll to the back
Gasping for air, you strike me with that delicious smile —the satisfying gaze of an overdue desire
knock knock knock — coming from the door
Life outside of these walls — a living we abhor
I grip you closer,
Coddle you so,
Look into your eyes, you lost that glow
knock knock knock
Finally, I respond “Hello?”
To me, you whisper, “Goodbye, I think I should go.”
Author Bio:
Bittencourt is an aspiring literary artist from South Florida. Aside from getting her own pieces published, she writes family stories for Habitat for Humanity of South Palm Beach. Currently, Bittencourt attends Florida Atlantic University wherein she will receive a B.A. in English with a concentration in British literature, as well as minor in Theatre. Thereafter, she has her eyes set on moving to the Big Apple where she will continue to write.
You awake asunder
Am I to believe the touch of another would best suit you my lover?
However, wrapped up in silk sheets,
Our legs knotted up,
Those honey glazed eyes woven into mine
I cannot imagine a world in which our every Hello must be followed by a Goodbye
We closed doors; made sure to lock locks,
We deceive ourselves; a shield from a world that does not offer us a lot.
And, drew curtains that block sun’s rays,
For moment longer I bask in your honey glaze
If I close my eyes, then I can take myself there:
I pull you in,
You push away
I implore, “Please, stay,”
Then, I do that thing you like a lot
Tossing, turning, thrusting
Our hands possessed by lovely lusting
You grip my shoulders and tear into my back,
I do that thing that makes your eyes roll to the back
Gasping for air, you strike me with that delicious smile —the satisfying gaze of an overdue desire
knock knock knock — coming from the door
Life outside of these walls — a living we abhor
I grip you closer,
Coddle you so,
Look into your eyes, you lost that glow
knock knock knock
Finally, I respond “Hello?”
To me, you whisper, “Goodbye, I think I should go.”
Author Bio:
Bittencourt is an aspiring literary artist from South Florida. Aside from getting her own pieces published, she writes family stories for Habitat for Humanity of South Palm Beach. Currently, Bittencourt attends Florida Atlantic University wherein she will receive a B.A. in English with a concentration in British literature, as well as minor in Theatre. Thereafter, she has her eyes set on moving to the Big Apple where she will continue to write.
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