Now,
Sitting on my porch
legs swinging.
Ripped jeans exposing,
ripped fishnet leggings beneath
sticky cherry *** imprints
staining
the bottoms of my feet
waiting for friends
its finally summer
and I think,
I might just survive.
Oct 27, 2018
Oct 27, 2018 at 12:52 PM UTC
If your the type
to only breathe through
the stitches
of your camisole.
And if you always taste like mint,
when kissed on the mouth.
Just because you don't want them smell,
the self hate.
That resides in the back
of your throat
in your breath.
You're also the type
to call me up
six am
asking for a
Friend
Oct 26, 2018
Oct 26, 2018 at 5:32 PM UTC
Love is a mysterious thing.
I have come to find that searching for love,
never seems to work .
You have to let love search for you.
If you wait,
patiently.
You will eventually find yourself,
suffocating in it.
Love is a mysterious thing and the mystery starts with you.
Oct 26, 2018
Oct 26, 2018 at 5:27 PM UTC
I love you lips when they are wet with wine
and red with a wild desire;
I love your eyes when the lovelight lies
lit with passionate fire.
I love your arms when the warm white flesh
touches mine in a warm embrace;
I love your hair when the strands emmesh
your kisses against my face.
Not for me the cold, calm kiss
of a virgins bloodless love;
not for me the saints white bliss,
nor the heart of a spotles dove.
But give the love that so freely gives
and laughs at the whole worlds blame,
with your body so young and warm in
My arms
it sets my poor heart aflame.
So kiss me with your warm wet mouth
still fragrant with ruby wine
and say with a favour born of the south
that your body and soul are mine
hold me close in your warm young arms,
while the pale stars shine above,
and we'll live our whole young lives away
in the joys of a living love.
Oct 26, 2018
Oct 26, 2018 at 5:25 PM UTC
Drown in my eyes and let my kisses bring you air,
Someone always has to lose I know Its not fair.
No matter how you play your cards I have the better hand,
My silly game Is more complex than you could understand.
I pull you in with lipstick stains but keep some apathy,
My happiness Is only fuelled by lust and misery.
Even though I leave my mark you'll beg for more,
I'm a shiny poisoned apple and I'm rotten to the core.
Oct 26, 2018
Oct 26, 2018 at 5:22 PM UTC