Paralyzed,
Adrenaline pumping,
Hearts pounding,
Breaths heaving.
Feeling his lips,
Tickles of his hair,
Softness of his hands,
Corners of his mouth.
I was disgusted,
Yet I lusted for more.
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PoetryBeing a writer, my brain is filled with glorious ideas. I want to give my words life- and these are mine.
Dirty
Paralyzed,
Adrenaline pumping,
Hearts pounding,
Breaths heaving.
Feeling his lips,
Tickles of his hair,
Softness of his hands,
Corners of his mouth.
I was disgusted,
Yet I lusted for more.