Your eyes: a tender illustration of love, how you paint affirmations across my bare skin.
AMANDA KARCHYour eyes: a tender illustration of love, how you paint affirmations across my bare skin.
AMANDA KARCHI could write another love poem but my metaphors get mixed like the drinks I had the night that more than our paths crossed – strongly.
AMANDA KARCHWe are built on a foundation of facades.
AMANDA KARCHTogether we traced daydreams on each other’s skin, kisses our paintbrush.
AMANDA KARCHThe monsters are no longer under our beds.
AMANDA KARCHThose lips on mine: Not I want you, but I need your kisses.
AMANDA KARCHConstricted hearts do not bode well for a mind that ties itself in knots.
AMANDA KARCHI stay up waiting and maybe that’s why I can’t sleep.
AMANDA KARCHThe stars can’t compete with your glow so don’t let the world take it away.
AMANDA KARCHKiss me before my eyes surrender to dreamless nights because how can I dream when I live in one?
AMANDA KARCHYour love swallows me whole – just please, never spit me out in pieces.
AMANDA KARCHOur love is that light up every room star.
AMANDA KARCHYou’re my Sunday morning and my Saturday night.
AMANDA KARCHKiss me like my lips are the oxygen you need to survive or the passion you need to thrive.
AMANDA KARCHLonging made a home in my body.
AMANDA KARCHTo leap or to fall: that is love’s question.
AMANDA KARCH