my hands on your thighs
your hands on my face
we're doing the same thing
keeping each other still
my mouth on your hardened bud
your fingers caught in my hair
we're doing the same thing
keeping our breathing even
i gather your sweet taste with my lips
you close your eyes as i did
we're doing the same thing
both our hearts convulsing
YOU ARE READING
go going gone
Poetryanxiety. infatuation. depression. sex. disappointment. love. dejection. promise. i dont want to be categorized. paradoxical. it's a shame to attempt to understand how this works.
