the feelings when you placed your hand on my lap,
as if im a metal waiting for attraction.
like a snack packaging,
you ripped me open-
savor me down to the ground like i taste so good, you cant have enough.
each thrust, each caressing-
i keep losing my sanity, i want more and more.
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Words Per Feelings
Poésiea poetry - of life, of love, of all the things that could hurt- and heal.
