Her skin soft and pale
pores stuffed with makeup
more mesmerising than the smell of the melted cheese and tomato sauce that tickled my nose.
My hunger forgotten foolishly I lusted
like the dog I knew I was
drooling drops of sin.
Silently I craved
crafting scenarios in my conscious.
Admiring her short black hair that flopped ever so often when she moved.
Eyes following mischievously.
Mentally moaning as I watched her smooth porcelain belly show.
Her shirt lifting slightly.
Perfect square glasses resting on her nose neatly, steadily, softly.
And once again I longed for a thing that I couldn't have.
As the heat of the thoughts in my head traveled throughout my body.
I sighed.
At Least I had the pizza.
If you're ever in LakeWood visit Angelo's Pizza their crust is AMAZING! Thanks for reading ;)
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Raining
PoetryJust a bunch of poetry about the way I see myself and the way I see others.Just me speaking from the chaotic mess I call my mind :) enjoy!
