WyndChilde
09-22-2011, 01:03 PM
Girl and Boy
I'm a girl who wants to be held
in the arms of a boy.
To feel kisses, to know what the soft pucker of a cupid's bow pressed against my cheek
feels like.
I'm just a girl grown
up to woman
with an innocent craving for grown-up choices.
I want
a protective arm around my shoulders,
a shoulder to casually sling my head against.
No pressure, no tensions.
Existence as easy
as breathing
With two pulses beating
Too fast together.
The smell of warmth,
his soft but prickly neck,
the muscles thick with strength beneath,
quiet sleep against hot skin.
The flatness of a hug with no room left
for breathing,
lungs pressing
up and against the zippers and buttons of our shirts.
The heartbeat resting somewhere deep under the side of my face,
Leaning into another body,
until I lose my weight.
I'm just a girl who wants a boy.
A girl who wants the love of a man.
I'm a girl who wants to be held
in the arms of a boy.
To feel kisses, to know what the soft pucker of a cupid's bow pressed against my cheek
feels like.
I'm just a girl grown
up to woman
with an innocent craving for grown-up choices.
I want
a protective arm around my shoulders,
a shoulder to casually sling my head against.
No pressure, no tensions.
Existence as easy
as breathing
With two pulses beating
Too fast together.
The smell of warmth,
his soft but prickly neck,
the muscles thick with strength beneath,
quiet sleep against hot skin.
The flatness of a hug with no room left
for breathing,
lungs pressing
up and against the zippers and buttons of our shirts.
The heartbeat resting somewhere deep under the side of my face,
Leaning into another body,
until I lose my weight.
I'm just a girl who wants a boy.
A girl who wants the love of a man.