A Yearning to Caress

This is another love poem - free verse.

A yearning to caress

And all I’ll do is confess

After we’d undressed

And we’ve forgot all our distress

Without you I’m a mess

 

Sometimes I feel like I am dumb

Smacking on my little stick of gum

Thinking about his bum

And smiling at his hum

You make my heart  a drum

 

The boy of which I’d wrote

All of my lovely notes

Oh boy he makes me float

If he asked, I’d say “totes”

To sail on his boat

 

To sit with him on grass of green

As we sit and lean and lean

With my hand upon his jean

And his smells that’s oh-so-clean

I know for sure he’s not that mean

 

My fingers in his hair

And eyes light up with flare

If only I could dare

To sit with him on his chair

And feel his soft and happy glare

 

A yearning to caress

And smiling at his hum

Oh boy he makes me float

With my hand upon his jean

And eyes lit up with flare

Author's Note

This is just another poem I penned in between homework.
Sorry if it sucks. I just wrote off the top of my mind

Reviews

[Penny]

A raw piece. The emotion is good, very well done.

[Simon Welsh]

Wonderfully written. You convey your feelings well!