I could see it in your eyes,
How you bite your lips,
Says you want more!
Such fragile sighs,
"Slow down...,"
She mildly said,
Pressing her hands on the sheets,
I could read closure in her soft fading voice.
Why do I wish that our hands were still holding?
Such sighs;
Soothing, right?
I knew i was screwed,
But i loved her dark side,
Very shy but full of bliss,
She got me talking,
But maybe it was just all in my head.
"Some pillow talk maybe?"
She says it gives her the "umph",
Boy meets girl!
It feels like it's her first time,
Or maybe it's been a while.
The slow thrusts make her moan heavily,
Slowly loosing her sense and morals
She felt so squishy,
Such strong irresistible temptation,
Her voice sent shivers,
She whispered in my ears,
"Your memory will forever last with me"
I knew we would never say goodbye.
YOU ARE READING
THE BOY ON THE BRIDGE.
PoetryThe weakest ink harbors the strongest minds. A collection of thoughts that will blow your mind. Some emotions laced herein are quirky, any similarity to real characters is just a mere coincidence*
