Can I let you feel my tongue come cross your neck
Sweaty palms on your cheek
Me delivering chills down your spine
As time seem to slow down
Can I touch your skin like the weaves of the sea would touch the shore?
Let me rush over you like the wind
Let me be your gravity, let me push you down to the ground
To you this maybe a game of sweaty bodies clashing
Kissing your thighs, licking your lips
but ain't this love
baby you don't have to fuck me to make me stay
I got passion for you, so maybe I'll let you go all the way
You can give it up and I could put it in
Time is just a trail
My lips on your skin, my patients is getting thin
I just don't want to fuck
I rather make love
As I brush your cheek with my thumb
As you whisper to my ear
"This maybe fun, this could be more"
"Let's have intercourse I'll be your whore"
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thoughts and questions
PoetryThis is my first real poetry book. It's about the things I ask and the stuff I wonder about. Maybe it's relatable maybe not, just take a look. This will be me. My thoughts and questions. This will be me. Some I rhymes some I don't. This will be m...
