Lover, Mine?
How am I called?
What am I to you, as you pin me
Against the wall?
When our lips collide,
and upon my tongue
Your sweet essence spills,
What thoughts do you have,
As your touch erodes my will?
To make me yours?
To mark me as your own?
Or does it simply bring you pleasure
to feel me becoming as hard as stone.
As our bodies entwine.
As yours dominates mine.
Please tell me my lady,
Right now,
What am I?
What am I
Pineapplecoker
✧*。ヾ(｡>﹏<｡)ﾉﾞ✧*。
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Posted this one on my devianart a while back but forgot to put it up here so here it is...erotic poetry
YOU ARE READING
My Spiraling Thoughts Turn Into Words
ŞiirThinking can be dangerous. Even you must admit. All your spiraling thoughts whirling around inside. Trapping you in the one place you cannot hide. You try to escape. And like chains, your thoughts capture your heart, And arrest it between the two he...
