her legs are wrapped your body,
as you take the one thing that makes her innocent.
you can hear her moans, she can hear your grunts.
you have her wrapped around your little finger.
you are in control and when you are ready you can just let her go.
this situation she's in is way out of her mind.
she was a wilted flower, waiting to be picked.
you took that offer with no remorse.
you left her to deal with her mess.
she will soon realize,
that love is a dangerous game,
and no one told her the rules.
after all, games are meant to have a loser.
YOU ARE READING
Out Of My Mind
PoesíaThese are my poems, I hope you love and understand them. Pictures are not mine, all credits belongs to the artists.
