Poetry For The Lustful

A Perfect Mess

You look me in my eyes and whisper "were toxic for each other, our scars though are as beautiful as the love we make" you kiss me so sweetly as I undress you slowly I whisper "I love the pain and the passion you bring into my life"my hands travel down your skin, the scars we gave each other I trace my fingers on yours. U hold me closer as my tongue paints the canvas of your skin, Our feelings of regret and lust mix and create a cocktail, much like the ones invading our system, a cocktail of toxic passion mimicking the liquor we consumed both only influencing our judgement. Our clothes now on the floor, nothing to hide, naked baring all even our insecurities as I lay you down. Entering you I enter a world of mind numbing passion as my Love travels deeper into you. The walls of our home filled with holes from our last altercation, none deeper than I am inside of you as you bite your lip like you bite my arm minutes ago before our passionate moment. As I'm enveloped in the sensation your walls clenching down on every inch I've fed your rosebud. I moan and bite my lip as your fingers travel down my back, massaging the bruises covering my back. I turn you around and lick your flesh, I plant kisses on your soft skin eyeing the damage I've left upon you. We damage each other, than repair the scars we've left upon each other. I run my fingers down your spine to your cheeks I kiss them and arch your back as you feel the mattress. I travel so deeply inside you I hold you close as I stroke deeper inside you, your walls holding onto me tightly as I hold onto you, I whisper "never leave me again" as I stroke you so gently yet so deeply. U grasp my hand and tell me "we're such a beautiful mess" as you kiss my hand as I travel further inside you, my orgasms traveling deeper than that of my manhood inside you. Our moans fill the room much like the destruction we brought just a little while ago. I raise myself up, still drained from our love making, I make my way inside the next room, I take another sip of my cocktail as I hear the front door slam. I quickly dress and follow you outside, your footsteps quicker than mine. I manage to catch you I plead with you "I thought you said you wouldn't leave" as I continue to hold onto you I see a man in the distance running towards us....