are you sure? i dont want to hurt you.
oh, my god.
what?
fucking bitch,
we lay together in your bed, alone and the door is shut. its late, moonlight illuminating the room and our faces.
far from our first time, yet you always seem so hesitant.
or not hesitant,
careful.
you actually care about me.
i want you to hurt me.
bruise me, make me bleed,
please, ( ).
fuck.
me. please, god, ( ). till you cant.
youre so fucking hot when you say my name like this.
and its all a blur yet so distinct,
and youre so,
so good.
fuck, please,
where do you want them?
everywhere.
oh, god, how you delivered.
YOU ARE READING
unable to connect.
Poetryreload the page? ( or, imagines and thoughts. ) from blank ( warning. contains topics that are: heavy, dark, sensual )
