I'll stare into those eyes,
lust taking over your appetite,
your insides growling and growing for more.Settling with you inside,
I lean down and whisper in your ear:
"Fuck me."The bumpier the ride becomes,
the harder it becomes to breathe,
and I can't help but arch my back to take that breath long lost with our patience.Holding your hands,
I push you in deeper and moan in your ear:
"Baby, please."You drive me faster into that incoherent state,
the one where an exasperated smile takes place,
and somehow a few moans turned into laughter.Four times somehow wasn't enough,
so I pushed myself to the limit and gritted through my teeth in your ear:
"I'm going to—"
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Feelings On Paper
Poetrypoems and feelings of a new chapter in the story we call life; welcome to a journey of emotions going into adulthood 2020-June2023