"neckskin" poems
dance for me
dance like death is at your throat
she kisses it softly
fingers through your hair
your undergrowth scent
dance for me
dance like death knows all the moves
hold her hands and
sway to the music
the blaring of trumpets
dance for me
dance like death is your only friend
she kisses your forehead
fingers between your legs
the look of the devil
dance for me
dance like death waits everywhere
look for her always
crawling up your spine
licking your neckskin
dance for me
dance like death wants to **** you
irresistible lips
latched on to your ****
******* your love dry
dance for me
dance like death is all you know
she will show fire
smoke in her black eyes
taking you home love
Jul 15, 2017
Jul 15, 2017 at 3:00 PM UTC
fingers graze my neckskin;
i have stolen your electricity.
fwizzb
Jan 9, 2012
Jan 9, 2012 at 8:54 PM UTC