I didn’t know what it felt like
To get lost in a forest
Until my eyes met yours
And then I learned how strong the pull of the tide was
As I found buried treasure
Drowning deep in your ocean eyes
And then I saw your eyes,
An intricate blend of honey and chestnut.
They reflected the stars, mapped out the galaxy
And gave a whole new meaning to the word, gold.
Each color, so unique
So hypnotic in its own way
Capable of pulling me in…
The way I fiercely, uncontrollably spill myself open for you,
It thrills me in unimaginable ways
And petrifies me to my core.
I still taste you,
When my tongue parts her lips
I miss kissing you.
But not just kissing you. The way you kiss. The build up. The tension. The way your sparkling eyes grow darker when I lick my lips in anticipation, taking my bottom lip between my teeth as I grow needy. The way you start slow, gently, to draw me in deeper. Soft kisses that tease and make me tremble for more. The way you give me just a little taste, before devouring me completely.
It used to be a balance, the highs and the lows. I took them as they came. Now, all that’s left of the highs is a distant memory that’s slowly disintegrating.
And the lows feel like I’m drowning.
Sometimes I wonder
How much better things would’ve played out
If I had said yes when you asked.
I should have said yes.
I wish I said yes.