she drags me
under her blanket of blinding
bliss and rough pleasure,
clawing her nails deep in my
skin. her tatted thighs go up my hips.
she smiles. i breathe her in.
i beg for more.
YOU ARE READING
reckless hearts
Poetrytheir love is fiery, wild, deep, euphoric, obsessive. she's his dirty little damsel, and he's her gorgeous, crazy vandal.
