Moving on?
By Invisible Poet •
fingers running through my hair
warm breath against my neck
no need for clothing we are bare
when she leaves, my emotions no more than a wreck
moaning softly into my ear
never wanting to leave my touch
how long can i stand to have you near
what will i feel when you leave me with such
these thoughts haunt my dreams
wake me within a cold sweat
my heart is exploding at the seams
over these things i must not fret
for i only must sit back and see
the smile she brings to my face
within her eyes it is me
after i am gone, will there be a trace
of the smile i brought out
of the happiness i gave her
or will there be nothing more than doubt
like my voice was never heard?