Winter Nights
Winter tastes of,
Forbidden kisses and nights spent
In a log cabin with cold bed sheets.
His heated touches leaves marks on
My warm skin while bending my mind.
Crossing lines not thinking about tomorrow
Living in the moment.
Listening to each careless whisper that he
Drops in my ear.
It's the tickle of his tongue that makes me
Want to stay and never leave him.
A gentle tug of my shoulder and I am back in his bed drinking a little cup of heaven.
Bathing in a fiery sinful desire which felt
Good so tell me why it's wrong?.
With him there's no need to be this perfect
Boring soul who watches life slip away.
Sick of having to hiding these feelings
Which just proves that i am a human being.
He makes me feel like a goddess in the night.
He explores my curves as if it's a new found
Island which has been untouched by any man.
Now he has me living for the cold winter nights
Where we are together and alone.
Copyright © Stephanie Warrillow | Year Posted 2020
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