Hurt me more my love,
With excruciating pain.
Leaving memoirs in red,
Of your passion on me.Your lips, a muted brush,
My skin a tarnished canvas.
With desire drips the colour.
My teeth a ridged chisel,
Your skin like silken clay,
Sculpting depths in curves.Our artwork is transient
Though the pain reminds
And the memories remain
Etched in stone.
VOCÊ ESTÁ LENDO
Eleventh Hour Blues- Poems, Quotes And More
PoesiaHere you will find aphorisms, poems, quotes and flash fiction presented from my heart to yours. This journal is filled with short and sweet reads for your daily commute, study breaks or whenever you desire. I hope you enjoy reading this as much as I...