My poems

Pink

Your lips find my neck to attack.
I leave red streaks down your back.
Your hands grip my hair and tug.
My back arches off the soft rug.
In your arms tonight.
Surrounded by frostbite.
No stop don't try to think.
Just feel her parts that are pink.
You moan in my ear softly.
My fingers are slick with honey.
You close your eyes and fall a part.
I add another crack to my broken heart.