Late Nights Spent With Jess
Her December skin
Now sweetly rests on my lips
Still taking my breath
Pale moonlit hours spent together
We conversed solely about matters of perfection,
about how it's only a state of one's perception
I didn't tell her then, now I wish I had
That the way her upper lip quivered
as she dug deeper into her soul
for answers to the questions her
body ached for her to ask
would be the very thing to do me in
Everyday now I beg for us to be snowed in
There are so many things I'd love to do with you
or to you...
First, make love to you
Second, make love to your soul
Third, give in to you
I'll lust no longer,
But surrender all I have
To always be yours
Copyright © Ben Goodwin | Year Posted 2015
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