At The End Of The Barrel: My Heart
If I were to go blind right now, the one thing that would keep
me going would have to be you.
The sound of your voice makes me open wide. My
heart for you to come in and love me.
The texture of your skin, size of your hands, arms and the
way your perfume lingers on me after we make contact.
Your lips so soft, plump and sweet leave me in limbo
every time we kiss.
Booom, boom-boom, boom-boom, the rhythmic thumping of
his heart reminds me of the African drum.
Head on the chest, all I hear are love notes from deep within,
unspoken words that rhythmically say a lot.
I love you is what I mumble. The words I really ought to
say are “I MISS YOU!”