a.m 4:00
Jun. 6 , 2018
my eyes are shut tightly
my body shaking
i moan your name from my plump lips
but
when i open my eyes
he is between my legs
making me drip honey
you're nowhere in sight
and your name never slipped from my tongue
YOU ARE READING
Vintage Art
Poetry[18+ Mature Audiences] * * "You said you wouldn't be gone long but here I am day one hundred fifty and you still haven't shown up at my window" * * Just things that wander my head at 4:00 a.m * * Vintage Art ©2018, S T O R M. All rights reserved.
