Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Moza Jun 2021
This isn’t for you
Affectionately aimed at my own  
This isn't for you
This is for the times I let myself fall into the deep

This isn't for you
This is for the thoughts that I dealt with
This isn’t for you
This is for the loss of souls

This isn’t for you
This is for the intentions I’ve let down
This isn’t for you
This is for my tired soul


This isn’t for you

This is for me not to lose myself
Reservate this living

The selfish part of me wants to exist—
For me
Dear Me
******* deep inside,
Feel the heavy take which can,
Demonstrate passion and love
To medicate ill feelings and,
Educate your mind of ***,
To elevate your soul with another, that helps,
Levitate and reservate any pressure to,
Take away the long lasting feeling of the freak deep inside.

Awake and await, to join the
Faith of *******, like any,
Saint, waiting to vision the pictures that,
Many paint to show the master piece of,
Heavens gates, whether size or length to hit,
Any G space, and see her scream face,
When deep inside, hearing the mourning,
And when she twist and turn trying to close her knees' space while,
Deep inside, these moments to embrace,
Remembering the times deep inside, touching G space made her fold up, mourn and twist like a shoe lace.

At any pace in any place, standing, sitting or laying on any side,
Kicking, slipping and dripping when she rides,
Like no horse ever did back in time,
Splitting thighs and dipping deep inside,
Wet like deep seas or rushing tides,
Moving from side to side, hours and hours,
Of sweat dripping down my chest onto her
Round perky breast to her shaking thighs,
In the middle where heat and cold meet,
Making earthquakes to her body or call it,  Bodyaches when I'm deep inside.

— The End —