My eyes come to rest
on small rounded perfect breast
and sometimes while you sleep
I kiss just where your heart should beat
...
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead;
I lift my lids and all is born again instead
(I think I made you up inside my head)
...
A closet poet who has penned many (un-surfaced) poems. I began writing while still at school as a way of getting female attention, not that it did me any good.)
The Best View In The House
My eyes come to rest
on small rounded perfect breast
and sometimes while you sleep
I kiss just where your heart should beat
Ooh and those soft curls atop your rounded thighs
are perfect for my watchful eyes.