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Couches and Kisses

Poetry By: sirenscalling
Poetry


Another spurt of boredom, probably from a bus ride.


Submitted:Jan 5, 2013    Reads: 5    Comments: 1    Likes: 1   


Your touch

like electricity that

licks at my surprised skin

and our hearts

beating to the rythm

of our lips.

Ruffled clothes

and tangled hair

in a pile that takes over

the whole couch,

we barely hear the dialogue

that surrounds us,

emanating from the many speakers

that decorate the walls and floor.

The warm arms that surround me

leave too soon,

and I am left

dissatisfied,

with a bed that isn't comfortable enough

and a house that isn't warm enough

to make up for another night

without you.





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