#bids
watched you for so long
wanted you even longer
my need is growing
urges getting stronger
you are not just a want
you are my hunger
May 25, 2020
May 25, 2020 at 9:48 PM UTC
I touched myself to the thought of you last night.
And, God,
It felt so ******* good.
The thought of you above me,
Hand around my throat,
With your teeth clashing into mine.
It felt so *****
Our spit and other ****** fluids mixing and creating the chemical reaction for love.
I could hear your voice edging me on.
‘Go faster, you ****
‘I know you want me to make a mess of your innocence.’,
I can still hear the echoes of the filthy and twisted fantasies we have.
My fingers spin the most intricate and intense shapes over and over again.
In hopes of merely grazing the ******
I can feel you,
Pulling my hair,
Digging your nails into me,
And slapping me senseless.
Everyone must think we’re sick—
But I don’t care.
I need you,
I need to ***
I need you like never before.
If this is the image of true love,
Me with my hand down my *******
Head thrown back,
Back arched,
And sputtering gasps of “Yes, Sir.”
Then this is a fairytale.
Growing wetter and wetter,
I’m soaking through my moans of pleasure.
Closer and closer,
I’ve almost reached the end.
With a happily ever after
You growl into me animalistically.
You spread me open to lap up each and every last drop.
You look at me—
You smile.
“Who’s a good girl?.”
Jul 25, 2020
Jul 25, 2020 at 11:25 PM UTC
**for all who understand perfectly why perfection can never be,
and Adriana Barreiros~**
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Todays new millionth sunrise bids me stand,
observe the river traffic from my kitchen window,
accept that my takings are debts,
a few, even paid back,
yet, most still owed,
for the origins of all my poems,
are oddly and oddity old,
unoriginal, second, third handed
as I look through the eyes of the dead,
and yours too,
this my unoriginal,
original sin....
(pretending I am a poet)
Jul 4, 2020
Jul 4, 2020 at 3:33 PM UTC