Poem One.
Title: Flower Child
Summary: When everything about you is addicting.
I want to get into your pants.
I want to touch you, feel you,
Know everything about you
Through the way your skin will tingle
When we come in contact.
Your soft, petal like skin.
You are the most delicate thing ever,
Fragile down to the marrow in your bone,
And I'm afraid if I don't handle you in just the right way
You'll shatter like glass in my hands.
Yet it's so hard to restrain myself when you're near.
Like the blood in my veins you keep my heart at a steady rhythm in my chest.
And I want to kiss you, taste the inside of your mouth,
Taste the sweat that drips down your skin,
Taste the fear and excitement that plummets through your veins.
I want to hear you whimper beneath me as I make you mine.
I want to hear your breathing alter from high to low, panting,
Begging me for more in a voice tainted by lust and want and need.
Need, I need you to need me.
I want you to want me.
I want to pull you up to my nose by the roots of your hair
And bury my face in your warmth,
Smell every inch of your skin, and you smell so sweet
No matter what the situation anyway.
Like lavender, always lavender, sometimes coconut
But mainly that sickeningly delicious lavender.
It must be the shampoo you use?
It must be, or maybe you're just naturally made to be a flower.
Summary: When everything about you is addicting.
I want to get into your pants.
I want to touch you, feel you,
Know everything about you
Through the way your skin will tingle
When we come in contact.
Your soft, petal like skin.
You are the most delicate thing ever,
Fragile down to the marrow in your bone,
And I'm afraid if I don't handle you in just the right way
You'll shatter like glass in my hands.
Yet it's so hard to restrain myself when you're near.
Like the blood in my veins you keep my heart at a steady rhythm in my chest.
And I want to kiss you, taste the inside of your mouth,
Taste the sweat that drips down your skin,
Taste the fear and excitement that plummets through your veins.
I want to hear you whimper beneath me as I make you mine.
I want to hear your breathing alter from high to low, panting,
Begging me for more in a voice tainted by lust and want and need.
Need, I need you to need me.
I want you to want me.
I want to pull you up to my nose by the roots of your hair
And bury my face in your warmth,
Smell every inch of your skin, and you smell so sweet
No matter what the situation anyway.
Like lavender, always lavender, sometimes coconut
But mainly that sickeningly delicious lavender.
It must be the shampoo you use?
It must be, or maybe you're just naturally made to be a flower.