There's a certain warmth between your thighs
One that your heart lacks
And that your soul refuses to give me
But wrapped in your arms
Your body fills the hole that your heart gave me
I don't want you to open your mouth
Just give me your body
It's better than your love
That disgusting mess you call love
I'm not materialistic
It's just healthier for me
Your flesh is kinder to me
Than any part of your mind
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A/N: Don't ever stay in a relationship where the physical is the only thing holding a relationship together.
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Amateur poetry from an amateur poet
PoetryNothing more than my word vomit poetry. I'm not that great a poet (as shown by my previous abandoned poetry book) but I just have these poems sitting and collecting dust, so yeah, might as well. Most if not all poems carry a trigger warning (discuss...
