Author's note: Not sure if I should put a author's note or not but I tried to make this PG (even though it's not really PG).
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The silky duvet was in disarray
and with avidity, your dewy lips discovered
landscapes decorated in camouflage.
Fingernails dragged down my skin,
leaving a trail of raised red flesh behind
and my breath hitched
as the proximity closed.
my thoughts were only blurs of
wet kisses trailing behind
as goosebumps cover me whole
and the adrenaline kicks in.
but soon the walls crashed down
between the movements
no longer one, but two.
with silhouettes mocking me
your eyes were no longer vibrant
instead a cloud of lust took over
and everything around
faded to black and white
and it was final.
YOU ARE READING
Through the Grapevine
Poetryjust my thoughts and random pieces that i've never published but now I am.