Wednesday, 18 May 2016

Out of Sight

The first time
Your hands found my waist
The grip of your fingers
On my skin
Made my heart tremble
And my knees wobble.
My mouth gave out a whimper,
My lips agape,
Found yours.
You felt and saw
My body boomerang,
But what you didn't was
That while you were lost
In ardour and adoration,
All I could see
With my closed eyes was
The clutch of his hands
Crumpling the thin fabric;
And his lips
Pressed against mine.
I felt his breath
On my chest
And his hair
Tickle my neck,
While you caressed
And craddled me
Like he never did.
I know I could've stopped,
And I should've stopped.
But had I stopped,
He would've stopped existing.


  1. I'm wondering if this is one genre male protagonists can never compete the female counterparts. Unless of course, the lovers are both men