Every time I’m feeling down, you lift me from my syndrome. Supply me with your wisdom, take me to your kingdom - above. Smother me with love. I’m your queen, I’m your feign. But this isn’t just a dream. Or a technicality. It’s a reality, where a place for my head isn’t just the bed. It’s your chest. You give me all the best, to where my rage becomes my rest, and I’m calm. You take me by the palm and I linger, to the softness of your fingers. Along my waist. You are the sweetest taste, of sin. So where do I begin?

You made me want to taste those lavishing lips, so I pulled my hair back and let you take an intensifying sip. Finally, you licked the moist left in your lips.. And flashed at me a murderous smile, while holding my hips.

You snare with lustful greed, as you feast, as I feed. One hand with nails digging into your back, we fight, and we bleed. The other clutched into a fist, pounding the sheets as I plead. Plead for an instance just to hush my screams, I beg to be freed. Yet you promise not to let me go, because you are what I need. You are what I need. If you were a drug I’d exceed - my limit. Breathing heavy, when deep inside my temple you visit. Dancing on your body I pivot, my hips. If I am the sun you are my eclipse.

  1. thewizardofodd said: I always love your poems
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