Do you have something you want to do?
Do it quick cause I've been waiting
You bastard, I know you want it too
Shove me hard, head pounding
I'll grab your shirt, kick you
Punch me, see fireworks bloom
Every inch black and blue
In our little red room
Against the wall, on the floor
Scarlet on my sharpened nails
We'll be screaming for more
And in case even pain fails
I guess we could touch lips
Hold hands and giggle
Bubble tea, two sips
Pain, pleasure, we're in the middle
-15 Oct 2018
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parapraxis
Poetry{ˌpærəˈpræksɪs} : a slip of the tongue or pen, forgetfulness, misplacement of objects, or other error thought to reveal unconscious wishes or attitudes. my second collection of rhyming poems, mostly rants and random words haha cover by yours truly...
