Electricity erupt in my stomach when our lips touch.
I want to stop because I know it isn't right but my body and mind are on two different frequency that don't meet each other.
Feeling your lips graze my neck makes everything about how wrong this is stop.
Having your talented hands grab my body like you need it to breath is enough to have me at your beck and call.
My tongue exploring your mouth as my mind is in a frenzy.
I know this isn't right.
I know we should stop.
But once I hear you whisper into my ear I know there is no way I can get out of this.
Your my addiction.
Every hit is better than the next.
No wonder it feels so good
It's killing me.
YOU ARE READING
My bleeding heart
PoetryI have written a lot of poetry and thought it would be nice to post on here. Every poem that is posted is by me from my brain. please do not steel but you may share. thank you , hope you enjoy!
