CW: talk about sexual deeds. lol kinda juicy.
highly requested topic though
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on a cold night, so pure of a sky and
the thoughts that run my head are dark.
the thought of you-
no.
the thought of you just being here.
i can smell you in front of my face though ive never done it before.
to feel you just touch my face, making me feel less alone and more whole.
whole.
wow.
your hand on my cheek as you look into my eyes.
i can see the ocean and forest through your deep blue/green eyes.
my eyes, brown. so brown you can see how cracked they are.
your hand.
your hand on my body.
up against a wall
or upon a bed
or on the floor.
fuck
ironic:
next scene, we cry and start kissing
the room suddenly goes wet
i think to myself what gears are spinning in your head.
i close my eyes,
feeling something grow inside of me.
something i have never felt
how could you, by just a single thought, make me feel
different.
fuck
again, ironic.
— i think to myself how beautiful i would look with your name across my neck, you just having me in your arms. holding my throat. again, staring into my eyes, but this time it's different.
i can already feel you inside of me.
back to your hand:
— as you stare deep into my eyes you touch my shoulder.
then you grab the bottom of my shirt and put it over my head.
you look down and back up, smiling at me, telling me i'm beautiful.
i wear the look.
the iconic look
the iconic look of my cotton thin mustard yellow underwear and my bra that hugs my breast that you oh so love.
the one that brought us together like it holds my breast.
she was what brought us close, friends to lovers. we move so fast, in a blink of an eye we went from 1-10
but we weren't done at 10.
you ask very softly if it's okay,
and i'll tell you yes.
i'll tell you yes and then some
i'll tell you yes, then some, and som— fuck i n g
more.
fuck
now, it's no longer foreshadowing.
— as you touch me in places i've only ever dreamt of you touching, as you keep touching me, making me feel very
fuck ing
whole
you push inside and tell me how beautiful i am.
how you've only imagined this moment thousands of times over and over
only this, is better.
you say "feeling you is nothing compared to the love i feel for you."
panting, i tell you
"i love you"
fuck.
being there just—
naked
—
insured by: the person who started getting my writing again. the person from our start.
YOU ARE READING
geycentral
Poetrya peak into my poetry, im an amateur and i kinda suck at writing but here we go again. pls leave constructive criticism!! all pictures attached are my own taken on a Nikon COOLPIX B500 and an iPhone XR *TW: some are dark and talk about self h*rm an...
