I undressed another woman, in her room
held her against the wall
as the room filled with her heavy breaths and moans
I turn up the music and begin to kiss her neck
I like the way she bites her lip when she's intrigued and craving more
I'm building up the tension with my own hands
to caress every inch of her body
We fell to the bed as the tension grew
my hand slid between her legs and she began to arch her back
heavy breathing filled the air, too late to turn up the music
she grabbed my hair and kissed me with such passion
sitting up and pulling me on to her lap, we began to grind
hair pulling, moans growing, we fall back into the sheets
she locks her fingers into mine and kissed me softly
I've never craved someone as much as I crave her
I will be back for more
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gas station flowers
Poesíacoming of age poetry by a queer young adult writer. navigating relationships and the coming out process. peak inside the mind of a young woman with a mental illness.
