Poem

   You wrapped my ponytail around your knuckles.

I felt the pulse of my heartbeat shift.

8th notes become 16th notes,

and a melody became a song.

I felt your tightened grip as you jerked back my head,

leaving a stinging pain across my throbbing scalp that I continue to reminisce. 

You were in control.

Our lyrics were the moans and sighs of pleasure left ringing through the air.

I can still feel your fingers grazing my skin,

your lips dragging across my neck only to reveal bite marks,

love notes written in flesh.

No longer a song but a rapid beat of two hearts.

I felt the pressure between my thighs,

a hot sensation created by the friction of our bodies.

The periodic squeak of one too many passion filled nights.

A sense of fulfillment that could never be mathced by any other pairing on this earth.

A lustful inspiration. 

Impressum

Tag der Veröffentlichung: 01.01.2015

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