when the
bass drops
& backs arch
& toes curl
& lips part
& words turn into exhales of ecstasy
& pleading turns into begging
& body heat starts spreading
& this room turns into a place that just belongs to us
for this moment & only this moment
you love the moaning
& holding
& rolling
over again and again and again
& the uncontrollable shaking
& the possibility of you staying
& the whispering in the ear
& saying your name
in vain
& mixing pleasure
with pain
& forgetting that it's
a game
& neglecting every ounce
of shame
Because honestly we're
the same
& we both know why
we came
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Cognizance
ПоэзияThis is an assemblage of poetry from my conscience. They range from my thoughts on love, sex, depression, the world, to whatever else people think about while looking out a window, or taking a shower, or lying in bed. Enter at your own risk. This is...
