I still remember his favorite color, the names of his favorite bands, the songs we jammed out to in the car, the way our fingers interlocked and the way his hand felt like a glove in mine. I still remember the force of his tongue, pushing down my throat and my mind urging him to stop, but my mouth couldn't form the words, so I sucked until my breath suffocated, until each part of me was gone.
This wasn't love; this was lust, greed taking over, his selfish desires pouring down my throat like whiskey, burning my esophagus until my lungs wrenched with rotten, blackened poison reminding me of his heart, his blackened soul.
~ Taylor-Anne
June 23, 2020.
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My Heart of Desires | 3
PoetryThis is the third poetry book of mine. Welcome to my journey of self-love and finding happiness. These poems ARE mature. Thank you, my dear readers, for reading my poetry. Created & Published: October 6, 2019. #14 in description 2/10/2020. #114...
