Your 'methodical mind'
Contrasting heavy
To the Labyrinthine in mine.
Beauty on display
Though not shallow is me.
I connect to your pulse
Through your skin, I go deep.
A platonic nothing
For colour has leaked
Beneath the seams,
Brushing my hand all over your body,
Touching the core of your thirsty needs.
Your sonic tones
Morphed into silence
Then huffing moans.
Laid painted in sweat as you beg me to breathe.
Seconds pass...
I relieve my hand,
Kissing you softly upon your lips.
You gasp and heave into my mouth,
Gasp and heave! as I spread your knees.
Pushing into your heart is I
While grasping your tits.
Gaze into my eyes!
The deeper I go
The harder your nails
Dig into my back
Leaving your trails
While arching your hips,
Your sweetest moans
As I'm kneading your clit
Through my finger tips.
With submissive ease
One hand on your throat.
The faster I thrust
The harder I squeeze.
You cover me thick
With your vulnerable lust,
Both hot as flames,
In your mouth I combust
While you pull me deep
Inside of your brain.
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Tainted From a Broken Heart - Poems
PoetryWhen one has their heart broken one too many times, then they become prone to letting go the next person they fall for a little easier. Possibly they no longer feel or maybe they fear from it happening again. Emotionally numb or snake bitten, their...
