Soft breath upon my neck
Hands roughly grasping
Trembling wreck
Guttural rasping
You slip and slide
Fall
I smile wide
Stall
Twinkle in your eye
Focused objective
Unable to deny
Your master directive
Pull my hair
Quiver
Touch me there
Shiver
*** So I'm probably never writing another bitter poem again. I sit down and think, okay, let's write something completely depressing, but this shit comes instead. No stories, no essays, just this crap.
I hope everybody likes soppy, gooey love poems and smut.
I like soppy, gooey smut, but that's another story.
ReplyDeleteLoved the poem! Shame I'm stuck at my desk again.
Good. Victory is mine.
ReplyDelete;D
Kat:
ReplyDeleteGooey is good. Better in my opinion than 'depressing', which can be so ... you know, depressing.
Yeah, you're right, Mark.
ReplyDeleteIt's just a strange switch for me. Not used to it yet, lmao.