she's pierced there.. and here..
tongue and belly button..
ears, and who knows where..
you kno.. it intrigues me..
the piercing, to the hour glass shape you've got.
damn.. grinding up and down my body..
touching places that makes me wanna explode..
into you...

You're eyes.. staring down..
into my soul you've found..
my heart not even close.. sorry dear.. its not for you to hold.

but at the moment she is my world..
my everything..
the love I need..
want..
she says.. i want you in me..

its when I stop..

I held her close...
holding her hands..
kisses her forehead..

'Sweetheart.. we'll wait.. for now.. cuddle with me.. '

Dislocated Heart

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/hourglass-shape/