You grip my chin
Within your vice-like fingers
Like I am simply a galaxy
To be possessed
And you smash your lips
Onto mine
As though your black hole
Couldn't grow
Without the consumption
Of me
YOU ARE READING
Poems of Mine
PoesiaJust some poems and lines that I've thought of or will think up. -when I start writing, I can go on for hours because my mind is on overdrive and nothing else matters
