“Kiss me Weak” by James Fristik IV
Press your lips to mine, feel the warmth of a morning sun shine
Close your eyes; let it be a wonderful surprise
Fingertips to skin, let your hairs tingle, enjoy this moment of sin
Hand to cheek, that dimple smile, loving this feeling makes me weak
Passion pours from the pores, like an ocean tide hitting the shore
Pressure of expectations, elating, equating, time spent waiting
Driven from our past memory, looking at couples with envy
Let it go, let the moment be; kiss me, make me weak…
Bangs aside, brushing your vanilla skin against mine
Our noses touch, hoping for longevity; that it’s not just lust
Nostrils flare, lips pursed, our pulses sync
Fluttering eye lashes, a whisper, makes me weak
Give up, hesitate, turn back before it’s too late
Letting your walls down, open to heart ache
Wish on a shooting star; barrier broken, already too far
Forget it all, just do me this favor… and kiss me weak
This was a random tangent I had started writing Friday 6/07/2013. After I posted it I felt it lacked in content, and felt unfinished. From time to time I go back to poetry I have written and give it a one-over, just finding the feeling and writing with it again. This happened to be a contagious feeling that I had to finish my thoughts on.
This is an open for interpretation piece, and I would love to hear your feedback.
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What does this remind you of?
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