Cris crossed and wrapped around - you become bound to my body
Like a new limb, you are now apart of me
Your tight hold keeps me standing
Your sharpness forces me to focus
Dove white skin, smooth and strong - shapes around me perfectly
Hot on cold, the contrast youv'e united is beautiful
You have left me with bangs and bruises, alone and sore in the frigid
But I will never complain, because you supply my personal passion
I now loath the warmth she brings between us
I detest the sticky days we spend apart
You are my almost reliable friend
A dangerous trusty companion
My speechless, lifeless lover
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I would change the word "bangs" and the phrase "personal passion".
ReplyDeleteI like the imagery here...of one person being bound to another. Again here you've used contrasting imagery, which is something that seems to interest you. Maybe your ending could be re-worked to match the imagery you establish at the beginning.