Naomily poem? not sure. I was bored and this came to mind. It speaks about both Emily and Naomi.
What is love you ask?
Maybe it's the way she kisses you in the morning,
Once the sun rises and you two are the only ones awake.
Maybe it's the way she caresses your skin after laying there, awake for some time now.
Maybe it's the intensity of her stare, the way she looks at you while you get lost in the pages of your favorite book.
It could be the way that she sips on her tea while she works.
Or the way she holds you while you dance to your favorite love song.
Maybe it's the way that she kisses your entire body as she makes her way up to your lips.
It could be the way she makes you feel when you've had a bad day, or how you just simply forget that you've had a bad day once you enter your home and she her smiling at you from the couch.
Maybe is the way that she writes, how she makes it seem as if she were making love to the pen and paper, almost simultaneously.
Maybe it's the way she taps her foot and crosses her arms around her chest while she waits for you to get ready.
It could even be the way that she smiles once you've come out of the shower, with only a towel wrapped around you.
Maybe it's the way she speaks about her dreams and ambitions to her friends, or quite possibly the way she looks at you when you speak about your dreams and ambitions to your friends.
Maybe it's the way her lips taste after she has chewed her favorite gum, or the way she wears her glasses when she reads her favorite poem to you.
It could be the way she brushes her hair, or how silky smooth It feels when you run your fingers through it.
It might even be the way that she takes care of you when you're sick, and tells you how beautiful you look when you say you feel like a troll.
Maybe its how beautiful she looks when she's sick.
Maybe it's the way how she always pours her cereal after her milk. Always.
Maybe its how sometimes she says the wrong thing during and argument, and later apologizes, not by telling you but by showing you.
Maybe it's the way she holds your hand every time you cross the street.
Maybe it's the way she holds you, so tight, after you've made love.
Maybe it's the way you make love.
Maybe it's the way she cooks you breakfast,
Or goes to see you for lunch.
Maybe it's the way she hugs you, and you know she missed you that day.
Maybe it's the way her eyes say youre mine.
And im yours.
What is love you ask?
Maybe it's the way she kisses you at night,
Once the moon shines and you two are the only ones awake.