Diamonds and pearls, may please the girls, but his kiss is all I desire
Leather and fur, might make me purr, but his eyes set me on fire
Boys and their toys, always want noise, but his voice makes me tremble
And the heaven in me, well it takes a knee, for his body is a sacred temple
I suppose flowers are nice, but the poetry he writes, makes my soul assemble
And if I had time, to put his lips to mine, I’m certain our flame would burn higher
© Delia Ross. 2019
“She lives on Love Street/ lingers long on Love Street/ She has a house and garden/ I would like to see what happens/ la la la la la la la la la la” *skips off singing The Doors*
Look man, I would totally let you climb up through my window and read me poetry. Yah? I think we might even like some of the same bands. Giggles It’s okay if you don’t know me, many people don’t even know themselves. Let’s get lost together, in each other, and found again. I’m ready. And you may not know your worth but I would take a bullet for you. I would do anything for you really. 🌛🌜
P.S. I’m just a girl (you won’t need superpowers but you already have them inside you).
P.S.S. you can get to know me without letting the world in (or end).
P.S.S.S. I am a safe place (I won’t ask you your secrets and I won’t guilt-trip you if you don’t love me the way I do you).
P.S.S.S.S. you know me, we’re one, like yin and yang. Sillies.