Expired Feelings-- Excellent Poetry

 Art is life. I love that I was inspired. Thanks for everything, and nothing.

Brooklyn Bridge

His kiss traveled through my lips
and landed on my heart.

To Infinity and Beyond-- All good things come to an end 

Every time he touches me, I can feel it all the way in my uterus.
I mean so way deep down, he is tickling my soul. IS THIS A SOUL TOUCH?
I think this dude is touching my soul. Does he touch everyone like this, or just me?

Does every woman his fingers encounter get the same feeling of butterflies at the thought of his fingers interlocking with hers?

FUCK!

There are two choices- hold on to myself or free fall . . . this can't be my imagination.
Does he know what he is doing to me?

I hear everything he is saying.
I am watching what he is doing- hoping for a reason to stop the anticipation of his next hug.
There has to be something wrong with me if I want to stop feeling like this.
Maybe I am more afraid of the day it might ever stop.

Hmmmmm . . . Can I hear myself screaming his name out loud?
I think I can . . . I think I can.
WHAT AM I SAYING? Can I be thinking like this? Should I be thinking like this?
Is it okay? What am I doing?
Don't be afraid.