You are
My perfect rhyme
And in time
I'll let you touch
With soft, gentie hands
Touch me like you mean it
Bite where it feels right
And tear into me
Softly but I don't mind
If it hurts the first time
Just as long as it's
You and me
Alone, together
How it was meant to be
Oh, you fucking me feels so right
This is too good to be true
You (oh, you)
Are too good to be true
YOU ARE READING
trigger points.
PoetryA collection of my original poetry/prose from 2006 onwards. Warnings: these poems deal with mental illness, including mentions of self harm, suicide, emotional anguish and abuse. Please do not read if you might be triggered by such content.
