Free verse № 151525
What it Feels Like
A touch of your skin on mine
A brush of our lips as they touch
A look into your eyes
A smile completes the rush
A touch on my waist
The close of a moments kiss
To open my eyes and see the only thing that matters
It's how I describe my heavenly bliss
Arms wrapped around me
My head lies on your chest
Hearing the breath escape our lips
This is how it must feel to be perfectly at rest
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An awkward fumbling at my bra,
A great bulging stiffy in your jeans,
Subsides in a damp, cloying puddle,
I must attend myself, by artificial means.
In other words, this is a bad poem for just about every reason a poem can be bad.
-2- for effort
But this poem isn't. This could be anyone. I see nothing. You gave me a clouded reflection of the idealized sensations.
Ultimately? I feel horridly cheated.
Zero.
Keep at it, listen to the criticism and ignore the insults. You'll be fine.
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