He makes me sore, through my pores, and i want
more…..
Pushing my limits, always and more, to my core….
My dark muse brought to life, like a knife he splits,
becomes apart of me, my only plea….
He’s kissed every inch, pinched, leaving
his mark till we part…..
I love feeling him the next morning,
his smell still inside me, sore, till
i want more…..
Past the backdoor to the front, on knees, nose to doorbell,
my soul sealed, done deal…..
Sucking my feet, trick or treat….
In your warmth I can be found when no ones
around…..
Teeth on nipple and I ripple, pushing me just
a little bit more, your little whore….
Spanks ass, breaking me like glass,
and I submiss, only with a kiss, as it
slips between my reds…..
Nails on back, sublime cracks to let you
in…..sin….let’s…begin…..
Hair in hands, every strand gold, bold
as you control……
You nudge, shove, inside, out, making
me drought, until your mouth is
there again…..water me……
Slow kisses turned into bruising hisses….
Nooks and crannies explored, I adored….
Flesh laid open, and you indulge, drinking
until I drown, now your crown…..
Trails, marks you leave, Believe on my wrist,
leaving me in a mist….
Now, you are gone, but, I still feel you,
your scent in my veins, chains me…to…you
Pulsing, your scent, forever within me, the
key that always was, in waves of 19, as angels
tell a tale of you and I…….
*PICTURE TAKEN FROM PINTEREST*
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