Hello Poetry
Submit your work and get some sparkles! Create free account
back aching, i want more sweat, suffering, sweet lips the suction - when two fatless chests press close hair in your eyes in my mouth, brush away from my cheek half-lidded peek grasp me i want you to hold my hand into the mattress breaking the ice with every push whisper, tickle my ear eat my skinny bones i feel alive skin is numb electric welts across my back nails carving our way into spine pillow talk the awkward walk another cigarette tell me i'm pretty i think I am
0
May 18, 2014
May 18, 2014 at 12:19 AM UTC
The taste.
back aching, i want more sweat, suffering, sweet lips the suction - when two fatless chests press close hair in your eyes in my mouth, brush away from my cheek half-lidded peek grasp me i want you to hold my hand into the mattress breaking the ice with every push whisper, tickle my ear eat my skinny bones i feel alive skin is numb electric welts across my back nails carving our way into spine pillow talk the awkward walk another cigarette tell me i'm pretty i think I am
blessedbylight
Written by
May 18, 2014
May 18, 2014 at 12:19 AM UTC
Request permission to use this poem