Addicted to His Words

If you own a cell phone, enjoy text messaging and have experienced romantic feelings, I’m sure this poem will speak to you =)

Addicted to His Words

Lying on cotton pillows
with silk embracing skin,
wrapped in fleece blankets,
moments from oblivion,
awaiting sweet slumber.

The scent of roses
drifts in your nose,
an intense feeling
of ecstasy,
yawning and stretching,
curled into a ball,
waiting to dream
of nirvana, utopia
or their synonmyms.

Eyelids droop down,
breathing slows down,
but you refuse to sleep
for the heart is not content,
beating with anticipation
as hands clench metal,
unwilling to let go,
ears perked, waiting
for the sound.

“Beep, beep..”
a smile creeps
onto your lips.
A SMS,
you’re addicted
to his words,

Goodnight Text Message

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