the feeling
the rush
of your hot red blood
moving swiftly
pounding
inside of me
is not what i'm used to.
I'm not used to fingernails scratching
teeth biting flesh
deep hard fast pounding
pounding
pounding
on
in my head
I'm used to the sweet slowness
of **********
with soft caresses
and kissing
of eyelids
I'm sorry
I couldn't tell you
when you were still
in my bed
Aug 16, 2011
Aug 16, 2011 at 11:30 PM UTC
the feeling
the rush
of your hot red blood
moving swiftly
pounding
inside of me
is not what i'm used to.
I'm not used to fingernails scratching
teeth biting flesh
deep hard fast pounding
pounding
pounding
on
in my head
I'm used to the sweet slowness
of **********
with soft caresses
and kissing
of eyelids
I'm sorry
I couldn't tell you
when you were still
in my bed
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