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Oct 2014
When life gets hard
and I need an escape,
I just go out and
find me a date.

To ease the pain
and run away
I get on my  back
and just lay.

Tall, short, heavy, thin
nothing matters when I'm
escaping what's within.

Too many things going on
in my head,
call me a THOT
but for the night
all I want is you
in my bed.

Or I can be in yours,
but don't call me your girl
just sssshhhh play in curls.

When I moan and shout
its me releasing all the
pain and doubt.
So the last thing I want
is for you to cover my mouth.

Don't muffle me
I do that enough to myself
all I wanna do is hear
the sound of your belt.

When your pants hit the ground
I know its going down.
But don't worry about that,
I'll go first.
Let me **** you like I love you,
let me **** you like I want you,
I'll **** you like I'll love
to never have you leave.

Bets believe its not you I want
but rather the thing
that pulsates and jumps
right between your legs.

Don't come yet
I'm not ready
don't make me beg.

As soon as you bust
then I know it's time
That I must get back
to my reality.

But I rather not be,
I like my sexcapes
they're how I keep my sanity.
Rasmia
Written by
Rasmia  knowher
(knowher)   
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