Her

She likes how my hands are cold

as my fingers massage her temples

and her eyes begin to roll

sending chills throughout my soul,

forcing my body to tremble.

The energy I feel on the inside

from just the slightest look into her eyes

is like lightning to the naked eye

the kind that creates the whitest sky.

When she is in my presence

I am at a lost for words,

Though I watch her every move -

graciously as a bird.

I yearn to hold her until her worries go away

I feign for her kisses, hoping to remove the thought of another's taste,

Sometimes she gives me her body, and I give her my day

If I give her my thoughts, I'll surely lose track of my ways

I used to think our moments of lust were shallow

confused because the emotions I felt were too much to handle

And although I've never been the type to gamble

I think I'll take my shot -

Maybe she likes me, maybe not.

Either way, I'm just happy to say we did it

I'm still intrigued by her demeanor, her style, and she's witty

Much more than just a pretty girl, I know

Forever hoping she'll stay around, praying that she'll never go.