This Simple Thing, Called Lust - Poem by Breanna Schwartz
I stand upon the boardwalk,
waiting for you.
The moon is rising slowly,
and I can see its reflection in the placid water.
You walk slowly to my side,
and the moonlight illuminates your face.
I can see every perfect feature,
every perfect flaw.
We walk until we find a suitable place,
and stretch out along the beach.
Your hands wander,
our bodies intertwined perfectly.
Everything is perfect,
I can feel your heartbeat.
The warmth of every caress,
lingers. Teasing me.
I wouldn’t change anything for the world,
and I fall asleep to your heart beat and your faint whispers.
When the sun comes up,
I lay across the beach.
Reminiscing in memories,
wondering if it was all a dream.
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