by Rachel Etta
The first of a series of poems I have written about my now girlfriend.
|Oh, how I long for her touch. |
How I wish to see the ghost of a smile grace her features and fall directly into my lap.
My heart is full.
Has room only for her.
It is all consumed by her touch.
Her glance that simply sends me to my knees because for her.
Oh, for her.
I would do anything.