A poem I wrote.In my feelings

More than skin deep

They tell me love is in a glance, A fleeting touch, a passing chance. But I don’t burn from just a face, Or bodies moving, locked in chase.

My heart stays quiet, cold, asleep, Until a soul has rooted deep. Not beauty’s spark, nor charm’s disguise— I crave the fire behind the eyes.

I wait, I wonder, lost at sea, While others love so easily. They dance in flames that flicker fast, While I need bonds that truly last.

It’s lonely, yes, but when it’s real, It’s not just lust—it’s what I feel. More than hunger, more than skin, A love that starts and grows within.