I cater my body to be destroyed, absolutely obliterated
by him.
Completely dismantle my body and humiliate me in every way possible, only he has permission, as if he'll ever want it.
Even your presence solo, I crave. Every day.
The figure of your body, whenever I get the opportunity, I peer with corrupt-covetous eyes. The firmness of his mind and hands makes me question how proficient he is with them. The vigorous shade of his eyes every time he glances at me always turns me carnality sick.
What would you name that man?
I treasure the occasions when in union, I long for you when distant.
Begging for the heavens to respond to the prayers of my grieving lust, let this demon into my life. The peculiar unreachable man.
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Vehement Emotions: A Divine Poetry
ŞiirThis book is for the lovers in denial, the lovers that couldn't be but still can be. Effortless love come to be yet trapped within the walls of denial. To all my lovers out there, this is for you🤍 (Short and long poems)
