Seeking love but not from above..
Touching the ground with nothing to be found..
Bound to the bed ..
This hunger needs fed.
Your lips..
Those hips..
Skin upon skin..
We becoming one..
With him sucking on my Tounge.
My world becomes undone..
Thoughts gone..
But not for long..
Just in this electric embrace..
My heart races..
With each contact I shuddered in pleasure.
No other can do this I say with a grin.
Wonderful he smiles back.
I gave him power..
But unaware so did he.
Can I stop this situation before giving my heart?
I already know it will be ripped apart from inside out.
I focus on the pleasure and turn off my mind..
I know this is hard to find.
We are one of a kind.
Love is blind ..
But this lust is mine.
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Visions Of Spookielament
Poetrydark poetry for the dark hearts. .. if you ever feel like a freak accident you are not alone. I too have those emotional scars and some even physical reminder to never reach that level again..I write for how i feel at the moment. I have pstd. Depr...
