He Is... Poem by Lauren C

He Is...



His vibe is blue
Calming like the ocean
That barely kisses the sand
And I'm drowning in him
Collecting seashells from his depths
Listening to his heartbeat on repeat
It's my siren song and I'm hooked

Holding me like quicksand
Clinging to my skin
Pulling me into and under him
And I'm sinking
Letting him envelop
As me molds himself around me
Filling in the spaces that are less than full

My body is his
And I bend to his will
A willing puppet on his string
His personal Pinocchio
I just wanna be real to him
So I'll touch until he feels me
Dancing in the dark
Basking in his moonlight
Performing for him privately
A snake charmer
I move when he moves
And just like that I am his

Sunday, June 3, 2018
Topic(s) of this poem: love
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