this one's particularly sexual and gross. don't read it if you're a child thanku
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the feel of your hands moving from my chest, down my waist and to my thighs is particularly comforting
the friction of our flesh moving together in unison it's what reminds me that im loved
your breath on my neck before your lips meet my skin is what gets me through each day
being physically loved means so much more, feels so much better than words
the scratches on your back, bruises on my thighs and hickeys on my neck often leaves evidence that we committed a sin.
the looks we give each other, the whispers we tell each other and the urgency of being close to each other is evidence that it would happen again.
i need you like a fish needs water. i need to inhale you with every breath. take you in with every movement.
i feel incomplete without your hand wrapped around my throat, holding my body against yours as you thrust faster, deeper, into my body.
every breath makes me crave you more. every lustful thought makes my craving more dire.
until next time, pretty boy.
BẠN ĐANG ĐỌC
cry for love
Thơ Caa compilation of dumb, cringy poems ive written during my journey with convincing myself im loved. ive spent the last year or so of my life hating myself and believing that most others feel the same way. so if you want some insight on how that feels...
