Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Mar 2019
long painted finger nails
scratch the surface of my skin,
slowly peeling off each translucent layer.
Fingers curl and grip
as she reaches my core.
In a writhing wave of bliss -
we fall and crumble to the sheets.
Skin snaps back
to arms laid beneath her
and gently caress the torn back skin.
She looks up at me with echoed eyes
and she is no longer mine.
me being too emotionally attached for one night stands
Mol
Written by
Mol  19/F/Ireland
(19/F/Ireland)   
267
 
Please log in to view and add comments on poems