You're so bad , touching me in places I have never been touched before. It's Euphoric , the way your tongue tangles up into my own , the way your hands roam and grope at my most sensitive parts. We're intoxicated with our breaths molding together and our minds wrapped up into this state of pure lust. I should be thrown off that you have her to get you off as well but I'm not.
In fact the way I have you gasping gives me the impression that she hasn't dived into you like I have. Those eyes , tired and unashamed have me enticed and aroused because it's just so innocent as you gaze at me softly. I know I am not the only one , I know you have her and probably someone else , as well. I should have you all to myself , I should show you my greedy inhibition , my selfish fantasy.
It baffles me to think I'm doing this. Who knew loving yourself could feel so lonely? I should want a little more , I should feel bruised due to the way you use my body to relieve the stress of her lacking. But I do not , I am perfectly comfortable with not being your all and perhaps that should scare me to death. You'll be the end of me , as you enter my body and I gasp as I lose my breath.
-Liyah Smith
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Under the influence
PoetryAs humans we seperate from our natural instinct , and change character as we indulge into a different form of ourselves when we are under the influence.
