First Times


You gave me my first times.
This time I want to be my last time.
Let us be our first then last forever.
I have thoughts of you, thoughts of we
just praying together. You use your hands to create
things and my body to excite my dreams.
My nights without you feel like centuries.
I want to be where you are and I can't be.
You drive me crazy and I see that I let you.
Just know that I know and I'm in front of that.
My Handle. I can handle, just come correct.
They say your words are your musical, art. When
I have something to say I write it and that's where it
starts. Let's never say, the end.

Poem Rating:
Click To Rate This Poem!

Continue Rating Poems


Share This Poem