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Under the Moon
Your lips on mine,
Shivers down my spine,
A smile stretching across my mouth,
Your hand slowly heading south.
I grasp and pull up on your fingers,
On my stomach allowing them to linger,
Your soft lips caressing my own
I find myself suppressing a moan.
Down your back my hands are sliding
Not requiring directions or guiding
Electricity crackling skin against skin,
Too soon we’ll break apart again.
“I’ve gotta go home,” I reluctantly say.
I let your lips argue, I want to be swayed.
A love drunk smile on your lips
I place your hands on my hips.
Your muscles flex under my touch,
I’ve never felt this kind of rush;
I feel your lips pressed against my neck
And I know from here there’s no turning back.
“I’ve gotta go,” I reluctantly repeat.
You hear that I mean it and turn up the heat.
Harder, faster, pressing closer than ever
Wild and reckless, now or never.
We break apart and I find your eyes
We do not speak or say goodbye.
I turn away with a smile and know that soon
We will secretly meet again, under the moon.
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Alex...oh my gosh! You totally described me and him living a forbidden love he's my Romeo and I only hope I'm his Juliet. This poem was absolutely beautiful "A smile stretching across my mouth/Your hand slowly heading south./I grasp and pull up on your fingers,/On my stomach allowing them to linger..." It's like you described my whole life haha This is probably my favorite poem of yours ever now because I can relate to every sentence, every word - having to go home but him not wanting me to because who knows when we're going to see eachother again?....
Perfection.
