What if love was a poem?
he just wouldn't have sat with a stylus,
he would've touched you
all the way his body couldn't,
he would have kissed your lips
like no other man ever did,
he would have traced his fingers
all over your lovely face
while cascading ink from
your neck,
he would have gone down counting goosebumps all over your abdomen
while inhaling the sweet-warm
scent your pert body releases,
while building
a fire between your legs,
he would have savoured the softness
of your inner thighs before
getting drunk by the
divine wine between your legs,
he would have spread
those rosy lips with his fingers
while flicking his tongue all over it.
teasing, playing & fisting on it,
before diving deep
inside your carnal cave
to show how deeply he could love
while thrusting deeper and deeper
until you could only see his love,
and nothing else.
