This was the most recent out of all these old ones, according to the flash drive dates. This was the last poem I wrote in this style, and about the third one I did without a rhyming dictionary.. After this one I changed styles to the one I'm using now, I pretty much had figured out what I wanted, this I guess was the turning point for my writing. I thought I could post this and not be embarrassed, it's about me losing my virginity. Please don't embarrass me further than I already am, it was raw emotion on how I felt.
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Are we much too young for this? Here falls my reply
Down to sink uncomfortably, I hope you're wrong this time
Trembling lips against my forehead, fluttered heart alive
My ear catches your whisper, your fingers linked with mine
Is it wrong to love this young? Have we really won?
Aren't you as scared as me? What exactly have we done?
My mind wants to ask you, my mouth won't let me
I can't answer you right now, but please don't let me go
The heat, sticky burning- Your breath against my neck
My hair stuck to my face, pulsing heaving chests
The prickling shaking, fear drowned out by sweat
Your fingertips slowly stroll across my skin instead
I can barely catch my breath, you're pushing, moving
Beautiful sounds, beautiful listener, swaying above me
I can't seem to see anything else, can't control the beating
Keep going until my lungs can't take it, ceasing heavy breathing
Go until my heart stops pounding, releasing not a sound
Panting, stroking, push. Blurry vision trickles out
You brought along vibrant spinning stars for me to see
Again, push, you pulled the universe down for me
Do it again, please don't stop Jimmy, don't go
Collected sweat drips, falls down from your nose
Your hair grazes my lip, lovers entwined
Just say the word Jimmy, I'd leave it all behind
There's nothing in the world like this, releasing every tear
Heated they fall, muffling our noise, pooling in my ears
I'd give you the world on a string, just don't creep back out that window
Just tell me we belong here, whisper to me, you don't have to go
YOU ARE READING
Retired Poems(ages 13-16ish)
PoetryBad, embarrassing poetry from a few years back. I liked reading them over, to see the improvement & things I've gotten through. I'm going to explain what they're about and stuff. When I'm dissatisfied with my more recent poetry, they will go here an...
