In My Arms
In My Arms

My hands on your back,
Your lips on my neck,
My hands all over you,
Our moans rare and few,

Your lovely hair in my face,
As we sleep in each others' embrace,
Your smell so sweet and near,
I pour all my secrets into your ear,

Waking up to your smile,
We're entangled, clothes in a pile,
All that matters is that you're here,
In my arms, my dear.


Author's Note: I lost all my previous works. They're no more on my computer. I feel lazy to save them each one by one off this blog but I believe I should do that. Some unpublished work of mine are also gone... Those... They'll never come back. the incomplete story called Subway will be left incomplete I guess. Isn't that sad?
stoned @ 1:14 AM
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Drip,
From my slit wrist,
My life.

Drip,
From my sad eyes,
My dreams.

Flow,
Gone; my life.
Shattered; my dreams.

- Kai Teoh, Seasons of September