Come to me, dearest ghost and phantom
For I smell the thrill of dancing under the sheets
Oh, how I long for this night of sweet passion to commence!
Underneath
Below
Above you
Underneath
Below
Above you
As the music slowly grows ever so louder
The nakedness of lovers is the work of God
Dreams, goals, admiration they not knowingly possess
She moans as if it's her first time gaining pleasure in what she's lost
He thrusts himself into her flower between her legs like the act of stabbing her in the chest consumes his very soul
Listen to the woman's perspective, it's a dangerous title
Whether it's pure or evil to know
Enough or too much
YOU ARE READING
Destiny While Holding The Pen
PoetryWithin her graceful and distorted mind of a tortured woman comes a time in a women's life where she must embrace the idea of potential inside herself. Watch out, this poem book gets really deep, real fast.
