You have taught me ways to roll my tongue that drive you crazy, training me to hold most of you down my throat as if hunger has me at the brink of death.
The way you bite me all over so desperately trying to drink every inch of me drives me utterly insane. I can't help but sink my own fingers into gold.
In and out, thinking of you.
Just for you.
How you touch and hold me, talk to me. Your scent. Your taste.
oh
To have a photographic memory so I can close my eyes and climax to your face once more.
Teach me more,
I want more and more.
about me and how I like to feel.
I want to learn everything there is about you.
YOU ARE READING
Pink Blunts - Poetry
PoetryPink Blunts is a collection of my minds ideas. Let's say I'm trying to make sense of my brains none sense! Whether high or sober, our hearts and minds never stop wanting... wanting more in life, more love, hatred, lust and other things. We're all...
