HollyIvanPoetry

kayron1world Trust Who are you? Many don’t know you Yet preach you. Where are you from? In a person you aren’t safe You shan’t stay, Million times one can say I trust Without earning we pay A lot with our souls; Feeling of betrayal Find its root and grow How many people you break in a day? Innocent ones suffers most Is it a general rule? Are we all victims? Is there a certain criteria that applies? Why can’t you settle? Stay too long that you get uncomfortable Why good times are your leaving times? Do you know how annihilating that is? I’m asking! For God damn sake Answer me dammit! Are you tangible? A spirit or a feeling? Souls get lost Minds get twisted Hearts crash and burn Human hopes flashes before their spiritual eyes Change of heart comes into party in your absence. You leave one’s inward sceptic Villain of many precious moments;

I want to do the dirtiest things to you. I want to feel your hand slip into mine as we watch a movie on your couch. Feel the heat of your eyes on me, wonder how much longer until you’re going to kiss me. Until you’re going to reach for the hem of my skirt or the clasp of my bra. I want to move things into the bedroom so we can lay, your chest pressed against my back. Your face in my hair. Your arm draped around me, cupping the curve of my waist. I want you to kiss me on my lips, soft at first, hesitant. I want a few more of those kisses, where we’re both in our heads more than the moment, wondering what the other person is thinking and if they want more. Then I want those light, fluttery kisses to turn into deep, passionate ones. I want the hands you’ve been keeping at your side to rest on my back, beneath my shirt. I want our legs to intertwine, our tongues to twist. I want my fingers in your hair, over your stubble, across your chest. I want your lips to get distracted, relocate to