Poems from studentofthepen
I am a senior in High School and I just write poetry as an outlet for expression when an emotion I'm feeling is too intense for tears or laughter to remedy.
I can't breathe
My tears flow freely, the sick feeling of dread overwhelming me
His hands are warm, controlled and gentle.
He's comforted...
I am chained in a cage. Exposed and vulnerable like a nerve.
But the joke is on them.
I may be trapped, but I'm not a captive.
The fire...
Flirting is a dance.
A delicate balance of movements and grace using body language and words.
A lie within a lie within a lie.
You know...
Hands reaching, clawing
A tangle of limbs and lips
My skin is burning
My muscles relax
But tense again from his touch
I can’t get enough...
His
A pair of strong arms encircle my waist
His laughter against my neck exciting
Warm mouth leaning, trying to sneak a taste
Tilting my...