Call me baby in that soft voice
The whispers linger on my skin
His breath against my lips leaves me wondering what if we did?
Do I accept this kiss under the weight of the sin?
It is such a burden to give in
The calloused hands on my body
Break down the barriers of my fear
I give in
No longer do my thoughts drown me
As his body does surround me
I am left satisfied and intoxicated
I am hungry for more, I am liberated
Sink into the hollowness of my chest
I am left no longer with this emptiness
I am with him
Growing under the surface of my veins
A new feeling overtakes my brain
Lust is found, buried by my undying worship of his name
I am his, I am truly his.
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"In my Memories" Poetry for (#WATTY'S 2019)
PuisiMy Poetry I'm submitting for the poetry award in the 2019 Watty awards. This is all deeply personal to me, and I'm taking a step out of my comfort zone to share this with you. I hope you can connect to it, Come read my memories.
