Her

It could be something you see in her eyes
The way her lashes flutter when you walk by

Her scent lingers on you all day long
When everything is going wrong

The sound of her breathing in your bed
Her muffled murmurs replay in your head

Her lips taste just like a cherry on top
Once you start its hard to stop

But best of all is the feeling

His skin is alive at her fingertips
The tension unbearable when they break lips

The way he holds her just isn't enough
He has to be closer, he won't be rough

The contours of her face under his palm
He traces her eyelids with his thumb

Best of all is the feeling

The way that she just cant let go
She holds on tight, no putting on a show

The sight of her smile
The smell of her hair
The taste of her lips
The intake of air
But best of all the feeling
She's there.

By Olivia Lynn