So I have finally finished typing up the big box of poetry that I’ve had piling up for the last ten years, oh boy that an emotional trip down memory lane it has been.

So to celebrate I thought I would share one with you all:

I can feel your warmth

I can feel your naked body pressed against mine

As I lose all sense of time

I feel your breath

And your lips

On the back of my neck

I turn to stroke your chest

But you’re not there

I’m alone in my bed

All these feelings are in my head

I long to feel your soft lips pressing against mine

Is loving you really such a crime

As the sunrise draws closer

I quickly try to regain my composure

If I was stronger I might be able to get some closure

But for now I’m just a prisoner of time