Follow your heart, not the rules

I miss you

I miss your kiss

I miss my hands upon your hips


Your breath against my ear

Whispers only I hear


Nails slink across my skin

Eyes blink and lashes sing

Our feet tangle to keep warm

Our bodies entwine we create a storm


My hand sings from hip and up

On your ear lobe I begin to sup

Your tongue glances across my lip

I gasp at the sensation, merely a blip


When we write poems we are compelled

By writing rules that we are taught fuels

To create rhymes for the times

To hear the words my work has propelled

An odd number of lines in these verses


But only one thing is the glue

The three words are

I love you.

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