She Was Mine

She Was Mine

A Poem by Emma Garside

I wanted to feel the crevices of her collarbones,

to caress the curves of her legs, grab her protruding hip bones,

hold her delicate hands and take in her breaktaking smile.

I wanted to say I got to hold her plump but flawless thighs,

kissed the concave stomach of hers

and felt each individual vertebrae of her spine.

The embrace during a hug from her was unbearably calming and secure.

The precious look on her face when she awoke every morning,

was too much to handle at times.

She was lovely, unique, beautiful and perfect,

but most importantly she was mine.

© 2013 Emma Garside


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Added on June 24, 2013
Last Updated on June 24, 2013
Tags: girl, body, love, deep, teen, personal, boy, kiss, beautiful