This article is written by a student writer from the Her Campus at Wells chapter and does not reflect the views of Her Campus.
Valentine,
How you make my stomach fly-
only to have it plummet when you kiss me.
Your lips caress my tender shell.
Your tongue glues my shattered pieces.
Your hands,
magical extremities
that explore every inch of my privacy.
A privacy I love sharing with you.
This bed we share is paradise-
the thought of leaving causes me dread.
As the sun rises,
filling this room with light
I notice your body anew,
wanting to devour your toasted skin.
The beams trace your skin
in ways I can’t
repeat. My hands on you.
Our mouths close.
A whisper.
A smile.
‘I love you.’