Inside of a dream, where I am alone
Though with some body (her mind is a stone).
I think of you, as I drift deep in my head
To then wake as you lay there, inside of my bed.
You smell spent, from the night before,
The lovers scent of my midnight whore.
Grabbed by your hips, I kiss upon your neck,
I pull you close and push inside where it's sore.
Your head turns beckoning for a kiss, though fails,
As you pant in the air through your intimate wails.
Your coffee complexion glistening with sweat,
Your body contorted I'm ripping in your wet.
Your clit throbs under my fingers glissando,
Fucking you hard in your quacking volcano,
My hand smothers your shivering soprano,
As lava erupts down my hard desperado.
Painting silk sheets with your slippery lust,
Breaking you over and over as you combust.
I then use your mouth as my sexual wallow,
Held tight by braids, no choice but to swallow.
You then lay in my arms, we both close our eyes,
Minutes that pass are hours in disguise.
I fall asleep holding you, covered in your brine,
Only to dream of reality, where you are not mine.
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Tainted From a Broken Heart - Poems
PoetryWhen one has their heart broken one too many times, then they become prone to letting go the next person they fall for a little easier. Possibly they no longer feel or maybe they fear from it happening again. Emotionally numb or snake bitten, their...
