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Without You
by
Amanda Reynolds
Your jet black long hair shines like wet coal,
your soft brown body looks best with no clothes,
cobalt your eyes, pierce through to my soul,
you touch me, I shake, I know that it shows.
Without you I hurt, it's the way that I want it,
when you come home I can't wait to slide
your skin against mine with the room darkly lit,
hot breath on my eyes melts me further inside.
Lying still on the bed, we don't need to speak,
stuck to each other we drift dizzy and slow,
eyes closed, our hands gripped loosely and weak,
we're safe here together, there's nowhere to go.
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