and with my willing gaze
I silently gave you permission
to break each and one of my bones
and tear my heart into lovely shreds
you smiled
because you always knew I would
and as you tore me apart
my tiny screams
transforming themselves into subtle sounds
of pleasure
you kept your eyes locked with mine
because you needed that light
within my eyes
you needed every bit of me
until there was nothing left
of me
-g.b.
YOU ARE READING
Poems at Midnight
PoetryMy moods and thoughts take the shape of poems. Whenever I have coffee, walk down the street, listen to the rain or my favorite song , there is this undeniable voice in my head. It aches, it laughs, it cries and it told me to create. This is for the...
