written on Thursday, September 23, 2021 at 19:53 by J. Cooper
I hope you don't mind my poems.
They just help me to be able to think-
Sort my jumbled thoughts so I can talk.
I get the feeling I'll be writing a lot more,
Cuz you really jumble my head-
You don't even hafta talk to do it,
I lost my ability to think ever again
The second I heard the sound of that kiss-
That sound used to disgust me. Cause
Ew, kissing is gross, but wow if you smell that good
You probably taste even better-
I'm gonna give you hickeys someday,
Leave marks all over your chest and neck-
I'm sure you'll return the favor-
Please return the favor-
I love the way you just took my chin
Like I was made of glass and would shatter-
I probably will someday- I'm too broken-
But so long as you touch me like this I'll be okay,
And as much as I love it, I wanna be the gentle one,
Wanna touch you softly and let you pound me into dust-
I won't break- my family made sure I was tough-
And I've dropped from enough trees-
Would you leave bite marks in places only we would see?
I kinda wanna do that someday- Tug at all the skin only I'll be allowed to touch-
Promise I'll be gentle- but only if you're rough-
Today you kissed me softly, tomorrow kiss me like you know I'm tough-
I'll take it- All of it- All that you need to give-
So please- Oh, God, I never used to beg-
Just do something to me- I promise I don't need much.
