I don't know what love is.
only sex.
I know what trembling feels like after an orgasm.
he had done that to you.
it felt like something you never wanted to end.
I know what those marks on your skin feel like.
he likes marking his territory.
I know being called names in the bed.
but never out of bed,
oh never out of it.
I know what it feels like to constantly want his body against my own.
I think about it a lot.
always horny I seem to be once I met him.
to be praised for my body while being fucked,
is what I know.
to being begged to see more of my body...
praised for how beautiful it is.
to being begged for another night.
but I have never known what love is.
maybe the love for my body,
but not love.
never love.
I only know what sex is.
but I want to have both.
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my lover poets
Romancethe thoughts about love. Simplicity form yet addictive to consume your mind over. Love isn't always perfect. (I know I'm not a perfect writer in poetry, but I thought it would be fun to write out some thoughts I have, and things I've learned int...
