Behind me as I climb the stairs
Opening doors, pulling out my chair
The corner of my eye catches his stare
His desire for me doesn’t seem fair
Drinks in glasses, bottles, even cans
This isn’t going the way that I planned
He doesn’t judge me, instead he understands
I’m a drunken mess and he’s still holding my hand
Carrying my heels so I can skip on the sand
Then side by side we’re cooled by nature’s fan
Lifting me over broken glass
I’m in the safety of his arms at last
His voice so deep like thunder rolling free
Shower down sweet words all over me
His skin blue-black like midnight on the sea
Pressed up, painted all over me
My firm pillow that is his chest
His fingers in my hair as I lay to rest
His heart beating me to sleep
Lost in words he promises to keep
Adia Kamaria
Adia Kamaria 
Very beautiful. Seems like you feel in love with a friend that blossoms into a lifelong companion. I felt love eventhough that was deeper than physical intercourse, its the kind that last out of bed and for all times.
Thanks Roger! This is real & fake. I was going through my book of poems on August 21st and found this one; I changed it up a little, added a title and posted it. I’ll be posting more, hope you like those too!
#Classic….You got a vibrant soul