Poetry
The Worst.
Kash Baloch·November 6, 2015·Original
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It was in

the shivers, the tingles that started at my neck and ran up and down my spine;

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our touch

left me weak in the knees, my body electrified.

My heart

was on fire, I never knew desire like this.

You could do the least and send my spirit soaring, it is so effortless.

Our hands

intertwined as we shared all our secrets,

and made

one another promise we would always keep it.

We discussed

philosophy, talked about fashion, and science,

until we

gave in to temptation, and decided to try it.

I lead and

you follow, chase me around in circles,

bite my lip,

never let go; come into my world.

I could

never resist you, I don’t ever wanna give you up,

I’d be

right next to you and still never feel close enough.

The love

between us was flowing, the passion always escalating,

all you had

to do was lick your lips and I was scintillated. 

The vibe

was always right, our connection was ethereal.

Your kiss

tasted better than Cinnamon Toast Crunch, my favourite cereal.

I’d make

you put on my cutest sweater, just so I could undress you;

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hower you

in my fragrance, nothing is more sensual.

My fingers

wrote you love letters in your hair,

then trickled

down your back, you had me gasping for air.

Breathlessly

I would whisper sweet nothings in your ear,

then give

you that look so you knew I wanted to take it there.

My butterflies

were fluttering, bursting with joy inside of me;

we were as

meant to be as covalent bonds in chemistry.

I don’t

know much about algebra but I know one plus one equals two,

it doesn’t

matter if we win or lose it all, I want you, and only you.

Our bodies

collided until sweat was dripping between us like waterfalls,

crash into

me until we are one--baby, make me whole again, fill me up with your love.

I start convulsing,

I feel my toes go numb

you get me lightheaded, fireworks

fill the air every time we are done.  

I hold you closer, stealing your warmth and energy,

feel my heart racing, you really got the best of me.

Is it the

worst thing that I only want you in the worst way?

That’s just

how it’s been, ever since our very first date.

Your skin

against my own, is like no pleasure I have ever known.

All it took

was one simple look and I was hooked, I knew that I was home.

“right next to you and still never feel close enough.”

— The Worst.

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