Touch me.
caress my curves like you mean it
use callused hands to weave through my hair
and chapped lips to trail my neck
draw closer and breathe heavier
dig nails into my back and leave ****** streams
groan like you know what you want
whisper the things you know i like
and when it's all over,
make me wish i never met you
Apr 1, 2014
Apr 1, 2014 at 11:16 AM UTC
there are millions of billions of stars in the sky
and endless planets yet adventured
but somewhere a lost spaceship
is being pulled
endlessly
infinitely
unceasingly
closer into the velvety dark depths
of a black hole
in the throbbing heart of a galaxy
far out of the mind's eye
Apr 1, 2014
Apr 1, 2014 at 8:27 AM UTC