Touch my skin and make it crawl
Kiss my lips and make me shake,
I'm quivering in my moccasins.
Breathe slowly, deeply,
Let me inhale your addictive aroma.
Memories swirl through my mind,
Slight whiff of peppermint
An unknown cologne,
Cigarette smoke still lingering on your flesh,
Hold onto my arms so I may stand still.
Pull me in closer to you,
Let me once again be consumed by us.
I want so badly to forget everything
Yet in your arms I feel at home;
Be still my beating heart.
Flip-flopping stomach
It's as though I'm on a rollercoaster,
I feel my body tensing up as you pull me in,
Clenched fists rest by my sides,
Drag me back to this.
Close my eyes,
Exhale,
Count to a million,
Don't let me go,
The numbers are my ticking time bomb.
I don't want to keep counting
The seconds away until you let me go,
I am ready to let go again,
I promise I'll be better.
Let me drown in you,
So I'll only have to count to three.
A contest entry
- *---I Could Count To A Million, But I Don't Want To...---* by NitroCircus.
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Just perfect. The word choice and the flow work together to guide the reader through your thoughts. Thank you for sharing this.

