I want your body as you give into mine. Let the primal instinct take over till orgasmic overdrive. But as soon as I no longer crave physical intimacy, I stare off into the distance with your arms around me. Alone with my thoughts and self disgust. My mind has only ever craved him, and that's what my body really wants.
ESTÁS LEYENDO
Blue Eyes and Other Sources of Drowning
PoesíaFor the boy with blue eyes. For the love and friendship I grieved, and many other things. Started: 11/20/20 Finished: 8/8/22 My 8th poetry book.
