Unsatisfied desire:
No make-up rests upon
My face for as tis rumored
Rare that tis the beauty that thy mother of nature hath given me that draws my lover into the heat of my mysterious, soul-sucking glare but as thee may hath already foretold tis no worry, tis sad undoubtful and shameful that long as I live in my parents home never will i satisfy my unceasing desire though however naughty or disrespectful it may be tis still a desire and one that will remain so until I can contain it no more
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Heart's desire:
Tell you my greatest desire, I could not so here I sit gazing into your eyes still wanting what I ought not to have wanted at so young an age but alas i cannot flee from my desire nor can i wave a wand and make it rise into thin air like the smoke rising out of the chimney, like the steam rising off the pavement or like that balloon a child lost when he let go of the string why? If one may ask this of me, can i not do that, because my desire is not one you can merely ignore nor is it one that goes away like that of a child's wanting for a toy it is sinful, it is toxic, and it is as it has been feared, dirty, but it is no matter for it is my heart's greatest desire that if it were to be filled I would have no regrets for it is what my heart wants most in its' fair existence
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naughty sin:
What did you do what did you do echoes the voice slicing through thine thoughts but doth I clearly state my naughty breaking of rules? No, I doth not believe so yes, admit my doings I did, but not so very clearly as night and day nor dance and sing but rather in a four suits riddle which may be as of yet unsolvable
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Poëziea collection of songs/poems that i've written about life,boys,and other random things *not intended for the "innocent"