My poetry
I cannot talk to you, but my poetry can. It can touch places I have never seen or felt. It can whisper to your ears the lust I have for you. It can embrace you with love like I could never do. It can make you feel safer than I ever did. It can offer you pleasure but without the guilt. Oh, my lyrics can be more dramatic than I, In them, I pour all that I have And I undress to the entire world Without them knowing. My poetry can reach to you Better than I ever could, And every letter is a kiss And every sound is just the echo of how much I miss... I miss your smile and your being. I miss your silly jokes and faces. I miss all that describes you. But what I miss the most... Are the parts that I could only see. Those parts you are so blinded that you cannot see: I miss the smell of your masculine spirit The power in your look and jaw The curves of your well-sculpted body The hands that gently touched my hair The feet that were entangled to mine not so much time ago I miss your smell