I Want To Feel Your Skin On Mine Poem by Emma Woods

His fingers are long like a pianist's touch
Looked into his eyes and made him blush
Slim and tall with eyes of jewels
His stare secure hs tease so cruel
Just to run my hands along his chest
Pull away his clothes my skin against his
Seduce his charm allow nothing less
A kiss from his lips so hard to resist
His hair silk and blonde and long to his neck
Curves round past one eye red tips at all ends
His skin soft and clear his uniform clean
Clothes casually worn shirt see through on skin
Black and white seem his only two shades
Would you carve your name with a razorblade?
Would you take a chance slip into my arms?
Believe in me have faith in your charm

Monday 29th September 2008