Your touch against my skin is velvet, your weight pressed against my body comforts me like a blanket.
The feel of you excites me like ones first self discovery.
I want to explore every inch of you and admire perfection.
In your eyes lay all of the oceans and sky.
But, they see me as a ghost; never fully believing.
Your lips drip with love and promises of the future, but they also spew venom my direction.
There is a violent intensity to your love.
If walls could talk, ours would scream for all the things they’ve seen.
And now, they would weep.
~l m d