You slide your skin against my lap,
Moving fast, the visceral clap;
Your ******* in hands, on lips, the same,
Take pleasure with ephemeral pain.
Digging nails into my back,
You scratch without an inch of slack.
Sweat upon fogged up windows,
Between your legs I do impose.
20 there, and 30 passed,
*** and love, and life at last.
Aug 20, 2013
Aug 20, 2013 at 7:01 PM UTC
You slide your skin against my lap,
Moving fast, the visceral clap;
Your ******* in hands, on lips, the same,
Take pleasure with ephemeral pain.
Digging nails into my back,
You scratch without an inch of slack.
Sweat upon fogged up windows,
Between your legs I do impose.
20 there, and 30 passed,
*** and love, and life at last.
A [sad] attempt at ****** poetry.
