Borders

Borders

Our lips brush softly,

I blush, you smile.

Your heavy panting

draws me closer,

hands squeezing my thighs

as my tongue swims in your ear;

it tastes like honey.


As we are about to get naked,

my senses turn into static;

fading the borders between

reality and nothingness.


I miss:

your lips’ gentle kiss;

your hands running through my hair;

your body pressed against mine.


My mind will try to recreate

the scene into a dream,

only to sabotage itself:

the ocean will swallow us whole.



Poetry by Jeremy Mifsud

Photo by Tim Marshall on Unsplash




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Published on June 21, 2018 08:35
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