I Shouldn'T
Crazy bedroom eyes-
I sleep so that i can dream about you
and not remember
that I shouldn't feel your cozy skin,
that I shouldn't ache for your soft, quick kisses,
your mouth on mine- your mint, your tongue.
I shouldn't yearn for your gentle pain touch
and your puzzle piece body.
I wake and the rules come flooding back.
March, 2,3,4.
March, 2,3,4.
Attention!
The mist rolls in.
Copyright © Sarah Haskins | Year Posted 2015
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