Soft Kisses and Sweet Nothings

Soft Kisses and Sweet Nothings

Disclaimer: I don’t own any part of The West Wing, the building or the show.

A/N: Here is my first poem for any fanfiction. I have Josh and Sam on my mind. This is written from both POVs. I hope their voices are distinguishable enough without me having to put one in italics and the other in bold. But if it’s too confusing, please let me and I’ll help you out. Reviews are wanted and welcomed. 8)

 

Soft Kisses and Sweet Nothings

As I lay here by his side

My emotions seem harder to hide.

I smile with pride

As his net of words is cast wide,

Leaving soft kisses and sweet nothings to abide.

 

His brown curly hair, is soft beneath my hands.

His breath, warm as it lands

On my neck warming the bands

Of my heart leaving soft kisses and sweet nothings like footprints in sand.

 

My fingers

Like to linger

On his back like the vibrato of a singer,

Whose notes simply float on air.

Our skin is bare,

And as wet as his black hair.

Our soft kisses and sweet nothings at the moment, we are too breathless to share.

 

The hollow of my neck tingles beneath his lips

As he slowly,

Lovingly

Grinds his hips.

My jeans I unzip

And his hand and mouth dip

Inside them to sip

My essence. My heart flips

As the pleasurable soft kisses placed there prevent the sweet nothings from leaving my lips.

 

His eyes. I fell in love with his eyes.

They are electric blue when he says “hi”,

Navy dark when he is sad and sighs,

Filled with tears when we have to say our goodbyes,

Lustfully clear as I make his nature rise.

Between soft kisses they hypnotize

And the sweet nothings keep us in tie.

 

I am his yen and he, my yang.

Sometimes our sentences hang

Because we finish the other’s with a bang.

Withdrawal of his soft kisses makes my body pang

Without his sweet nothings, anything entering my ears just clangs.

 

His tongue is talented in words and deeds.

Tasting my pearly beads

Leads

To his need

To feed

My ears with tender expressions

Of his affections.

His hand takes care of my need

With soft kisses encouraging the speed

As the kneading,

Coupled with sweet nothings releases the seeding.

 

His heart. I fell in love with his heart.

Now that we are more than friends, from him I absolutely cannot part.

Sometimes he’s all over the place, not always proper and prim,

But I know a future without him

Would be most grim;

My chances for happiness, slim.

Intelligent, compassionate, funny, practical is he,

Gentleman, respectful, loving towards me.

Soft kisses making me weak in the knees,

Sweet nothings flowing like the sea.

 

Soft kisses on bare skin

Make our heads spin.

Nips from our lips

Create a rise at our hips.

We can feel

That each of us is hard as steel.

Love’s coursing through our veins from head to toe,

The most beautiful present, no need for paper or bow.

Sweet nothings float from ear to ear,

Holding each other dear

As the climax is near.

 

Only love can describe what we feel

As we reveal

The seal

That binds

Our hearts, bodies, and minds

As husband and husband.

Perfect gold bands

Adorn our hands.

Soft kisses make our witnesses aware of our tie,

As sweet nothings are whispered with our eyes.