I like it when you bite your lips,
or when you breathe heavily,
or when you look at me with hunger
when I tease you.
And when you ask,
"Why are you doing this to me?"
I smile, teasing you more.
This is the only form of pain
I want to see on you—
the pain of wanting to touch me so bad.
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About Her
PoetryPoems are her feelings She wants to keep private But she wants everyone to know