We're laying down talking about real things
Deep things
I'm sad
Do you love me?
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You begin to kiss me
Bare backed on white sheets
You place your soft lips on my hip, my waist, my ribs
Eyes shut
It feels like love, I feel pleasure
I feel loved
I bite on your arm
I can't help it
But not once do you kiss my fragile parts
But you're attentive, you listen to her
Her flow under your touch
Through resurfacing moans,
I say "Again, Again"
That's when I feel your lips
My breath hitches so hard it almost hurts
So cold, with warm breaths, I feel your lips once again
I wonder if this is what it feels like to be a flower during the morning dew
The light droplets on its little self
Ecstasy
But you stop
Or so I realized
Suddenly, I'm washed over with Shame, guilt?
Embarrassment, is it?
Like I'd just realized I was naked
Dirty
I'm hyper aware of what the air smells like
What happens beneath me
I'm holding back tears in my heart
In a soft voice
Well, now laced with hurt
"Why did you stop?"
I wanted to console you
Like I'd forced you, like I'd done something wrong
Apologise
It was the right thing to do... Right.
I never said why did you stop
For some reason I'd apologised,
Again Again
I can't read your face
Is that disgust, confusion or pity
~Silence¿
Why can't you believe that I'm capable of loving all of you
That to me all of this is flawless, do you understand?
Chiild as Her.♥️
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ETHEREAL
PoetryElegant, exquisite, beautiful. Ethereal: extremely delicate and light in a way that seems not to be of this world. It's a language so soft, soothing and calming. It's beautiful and understanding yet so absurd to us. It reaches the deepest parts of o...
