#14. Smudged

My hands find her eyes from behind the big arm chair and close over them.

She doesn’t let go of the book she’s reading; instead I feel her smile and rolling her eyes.

I laugh and put my lips to her ear lobes, tenderly kissing and biting it. I move over to her forehead, without losing contact with her skin.

I release my hands over her eyes, kissing them, then moving to her nose, her cheeks.

I find her mouth, but i don’t kiss it. I move down, towards her exposed shoulder and neck and collar bone.

As soon as my lips touches her neck, she moans. I’m a goner.

She pulls me closer, and I have to move towards the front, which, frankly, is how i should’ve started in the first place.

I take her book out of her hand and toss it behind me. She protests a bit, but when i find her soft spot, I made sure all she thought about was me.

And this moment.

Something I kept imagining in class instead of listening. I wish I went at least halfway, but I like it here, like this.

This is the Spring Palette for the Heart, by Parvathi and Me.

 

#3. Eyes Light Up

#3. Eyes Light Up

I take the book from you

admiring the cover

and trying to figure out what gave you that

dreamy look on your face. 

I put it in the cart

when you try and reach for it.

“I’m buying it,” 

your eyebrows are all scrunched up,

and your cute little mouth is pursed in 

…annoyance? Anger? I can’t tell.

But it is adorable.

I take the book higher, out of your reach,

lean in close and say,

I’m buying this for you,”

You smile, 

like your soul is contented and happy.

Damn. 

If buying you a book will get me that

look on your face,

I’m ready to buy you a bookstore. 

This is probably the most cheesiest thing that I’ve written but I wanted to write! This is The Spring Palette for the Heart, by Me and Parvathi.

#29. No one arrived

#29. No one arrived

*knock knock*

I get up from the comfortable

pillow and your warm embrace

and pull on some clothes.

I smile to myself

thinking about the great night

we had.

*knock knock*

The time is 3:42 AM.

Unless it is extremely important,

I don’t know anybody

who could be here at this time.

I open the door slightly.

Nobody is here.

I frown and close the door.

*knock knock*

Now it’s behind me.

I swivel around

to see you leaning

against the bedroom door

you sharp features softened

by the silvery moonlight

looking more beautiful and more desired

than I have ever felt.

You pull me closer

against your body

your skin to my clothes

as it soon becomes,

your skin

to my skin.

Sorry about the absence. I tried my best at this. I intended it to become something, but it turned out to be something else. Not disappointed though! Next is last!

#28. A Fuse Too Short

#28. A Fuse Too Short

It was late

when I got home.

You were already prepping up 

to sleep,

with a scowl that 

explained a broken promise.

I swear, I didn’t do it on purpose. 

You wouldn’t listen, so

I decide to take a bath.

I turn on the shower

let it become hot,

while I strip.

And I look up,

a dark blob lurking outside the

shower curtain.

I grin, and

open up the shower curtain fully

and pull you

by the hand.

You shriek in surprise

but I swallowed them all. 

I made sure you were dry,

as wet clothes are harder to take off

and I begin to show you just

how much I love you. 

And, I’m back with my cheesy, romantic poems 😀