No poem today. Woke up with a complete inability to think clearly because I slept terribly. Why? Because I’d had the best date in a looooong (really there aren’t enough Os for how long it’s been) since I’ve had a decent date. A) he contacted me on Fet and convinced me to go out with …
Bound by promises by tight disappointment Bound by longing by unrequited want Bound in satisfaction by stifling pain Bound by emotions by the regret pressed to my skin
I’ll slide the soap a little lower My lips will follow along Working in tandem To get you squeaky clean And very satisfied
And when the morning light Hits just right It reveals beautiful things to the world A lovely day to be alive
I’m a pretty apparition A light and airy thing Less haunting More invisible A ghost who fades away
Open mouthed kisses A path along goosebumped skin The gasp of surprise Followed closely by Multiple moans of satisfaction
If at first you don’t succeed Get back on your knees and lick again
Down And wait For me to Take you beautiful places
She draws you in With the siren call of her hips Full lips, curled hair Wait A closer look is required If she’ll let you near
This pain, snaking like black tendrils through her chest, sank deeper and deeper the longer she watched. She was caught between it and the erotic nearly hypnotic scene before her. “Fuck me.” She cringed at the way the words rolled off the woman’s tongue. They were a raspy whisper that sounded ugly to her ears. …