Because ink bleeds though me like you do when your lips touch mine
and
i'm trying to make you a permanent factor in my life
like
this tattoo i've created of words just for you.
i have no idea why i'm turning my body into a notepad
probably
because the only way i'm looking is down.
my heart frowns because it misses
your touch,
your feel,
your passion,
your sex appeal
this is real.
and what is real to you might not be my reality
but
i can't stop thinking about you writing your poetry on me.
Ruling me,
blue lines run from one side of my body to the next as you make circles on my breast.
i've checked out my options and no one else compares to you.
laying flat on your bed,
use me,
wide ruled....
4 creativity
©justice
1 comment :
Damn gyrl...you make me want to be in love. I am inspired to write, as always when I ready your words. Stay true...the poet speaks...FINALLY!
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