I'm in love with him,
He see's right through me.
He loves me for who I am and not who he wants me to be,
Manic depression is family,
It doesn't leave me alone,
But he's always here for me,
His arms are home.
I wonder how long he'll stay...
If there's one thing I'd regret to do or say,
It would be me failing to tell and show him how much I love him every day,
Will he stay with me? Because I know at times I get real crazy.
For him I'd do almost anything, he's my love; my baby.
His smile, his lips, his charm and his gorgeous face;
These things no other guy could ever replace,
Not his kiss not his touch and definitely not his embrace.
The way he plays in my hair,
And kisses every part of my face before kissing my lips,
To have a guy like him had always been my wish.
Now he kisses my body,
And licks every inch of me
His manhood pressed against my sex awakens my desires,
His chest now against my breast,
One hand stimulating my sex,
As he enters me the room is clouded with passion,
Moaning and panting like animals.
Unleashing the beast from his soul while I close my eyes and enjoy the ride,
My subconscious is dancing around with a delightful smile.
I have reached my peak and so has he,
Now he's fast asleep and I'm taking out new sheets.
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Listen To My Broken Heart
PoetryThis is a poetry book i don't mind anyone reading but I think emos, goths, sadists etc would be able to relate more. This book has nothing to do with my personal life as much as it may be non-fiction, i also would love to get your feedback negative...