Mari Felices

Being with a man is also a poem if there is passion. I will write on him and he will write on me. with my fingers but there is no ink, not on the paper but on his skin . Words are not visible even though I   wrote them. Words could be change into long red marks. A little bit of my own poetry, Once I hug him, the poem will come automatically. The moment I kiss him, the verses suddenly appeared. The moment I touch him, the rhymes emerge perfectly. In his melody of love opiate embrace In his eyes reflects his souls from within. A words of love uncovered the part of me. A touch that said so much. A simple way of my own poetry. A world of romance, only me and my poetry. © Mari Felices

I forget not those sweet nothings I whispered on your ears. For It was from the bottom of my heart. Though at this moment our distance was a far-flung away. And I couldn't cuddle you even for a while. But I'm always yearning for you even when we're far apart I forget not those memories we shared For it was a valuable treasures I kept on the chamber of my chest. I always cherished and praying that you're safe And someday I'll be with you again and reside endlessly. I forget not that you are the missing part of my heart, Without you it would never be whole, 'twas broke apart For you're my happiness, my rhythm and my strenght. My weakness, my woes and my blues. I forget not those sleepless nights You were there to chat and make me laughs Those nonsense jokes make me leap up my heart, As if no more tomorrow if you're here  by my side. I forget not those intimate moments, Caress you with my bare hands, Those passionate kisses ignited my w...