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Aug 2019
the guy of the thousand kisses
all over my skin, my body shivers
there's something missing -
there's something plus in the scene -
an old dead body, that haunts me

because he isn't dead
I wish he was
but everyday he decays
a bit, our growth is spayed
we lie on the bed
but a few days ago
I saw the other side of the game
now it flees from me
but I already got sold my soul to it

he killed himself in fact
to my hungry eyes
I am hungry for life
can't starve on your doubt

And the guy of the thousand kisses
comes along and burns me little by little
I love his touch, I love his slow burning
Maybe he holds  a secret I don't know
I am doing it all wrong – love love love
I've been trying hard to keep him at bay -
now it's time to let it blow, baby let's play
Show me the way - not to be a wooden girl again
Courtney O
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Courtney O  27/F/Madrid
(27/F/Madrid)   
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