Feverish moisture
Soaked wet in sweat.
Fluttering heartbeats
When our flesh met.
Silent screams
Of passion lie in my eyes.
Quivering torsos
Your hand on my thighs.
Meek whimpers
Escape from my lips.
Thrusting deep inside
Rolling of the hips.
An overwhelming scent
Only flesh can make.
Giving of yourself
Yet my heart you do take.
Cries of pain
You can see it in my eyes.
Asking you to stop
Praying that you don't.
Pleading to be gentler
Wishing that you won't.
When all is done
And the body does not speak.
I watch you lie in bed
And fall fast asleep.
Ummmmm. You know when someone tells you T.M.I., well this is one of those times. I have mixed emotions about this one. Perhaps I am reading between the lines to much but I get the distinct impression that her first time could have been more gentle and loving which is what I wish she would have had.
If you aren't to shocked by her poem, I ask that you remember to vote.
ESTÁS LEYENDO
Words a Mother Never Heard (Wattys2016)
PoesíaA young woman who was always the life of the party, quick to tell a joke, always smiling and happy, tragically dies at age 23. What her mother found after her death reflected a much different young woman, her poetry. Her words showed a young woman c...
