Slave To Your Bosom Poem

I do not want to leave your bosom

As I am afraid of getting lost in this dark world

The pillar that holds me together when I am broken

Every time I leave your chest

It is as though my life is slowly ebbing out of me

Like smoke from a chimney

I lie awake to watch you sleep so that I cannot miss your heart beat

The scent of your masculinity keeps the feelings I have for you intact

You smell so divine

That my nostrils celebrate your presence

Like a flaming tree in a desert, your bosom pulls me in

Catering to my every need

Love has never been easy to understand

Your bosom made it easy to translate and interpret every feeling

Raindrops bounce majestically off your chest

As they slither across the contoured muscles that are yours

Every curve speaks of its own story told ever so carefully

To keep it from being a classic

As I put my ear next to your heart I hear music that soothes away

Pain

Disastrous moments

Exhaustive emotions

Teary eyes

You have perfected me in the way that you hold me on your bosom

Stormy nights are weathered when your arms are around me

Desert days are cooled off when your arms are around me

I am never leaving your bosom as I am a slave to it