I'm his girl-
and he pushes all my buttons.
pushing me to my limits,
I didn't know it could be this euphoric.
His name slips passed my quivering lips,
with a moan my body spark up in delight.
I want more-
I need more-
He tells me to stop,
and I'm a panting mess on the floor.
YOU ARE READING
TEARDROPS
PoetryJust Words. Random words that cut you deep. This is my world- and I'm a broken piece of artwork.
