a mutual agreement, we would fall asleep, woken up with something sweet to eat.
a mutual agreement to stay wide awake, to play with ourselves while we wait for cake.
every time you spoke to me you sent shivers down my spine, secret number six is worth an hour of my time.
we've got the rhythm down, silent sounds, a rustling of the sheets as my fingers slide down.
a little choked up? it depends, cause every time he spoke to me it brought me to my wits end.
oh god, my inhibitions? what the fuck are they?
i knew by your tone you wanted me to stay, so i was breathing quite heavy and as i came to the end, a small "keep going" made me snap and bend.
open wide and say "ah" baby, your voice when you're like this drives me crazy.
YOU ARE READING
666XXX
Poetrya series of the 666 diaries, this is number 3. started in april 2016, ended jan 2017.
