Beneath crumpled crimson sheets do I gasp for air to breathe,
As we wrestle for dominance; to bring the other to their knees,
Our bodies clash in heat and sweat in beads,
Tangling like vines; famished and in greed.
Thy body, a canvas to my lips,
As I paint pictures of my ebony kiss,
Each arch and curve I've memorized so,
And the beauty of thy shimmering eye's glow.
Our souls joined in one and virginities undone,
We lay together with the rising sun,
For our hearts speak an unknown tongue,
A native language only known to us.
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［ s h e //old writings］
PoetryOld poetry I wrote in my teens. Reposted again, just cause.
