You hold my hand and escort me to your room
Kiss my lips gently while you caress my hands
Pull the scrunchie out of my hair, now you’re running your fingers through my soft, brown hair
I was fighting it, but I gave in
Your kisses are some sort of spell
Your caresses feel like magic
You lay me on your bed and massage my feet
Make your way up and you’re now massaging my neck, I feel your gentle kisses
Slowly, you take off my clothes, I almost resist, but instead I assist
You take off your clothes and lay next to me
You stare at my eyes and you smile
Nervously I wait, but instead of making love to me…
You lean in and whisper “I love you”
Poetry & Self-Awareness 