Written by Precious I am stuck in the world of what ifs Like trapped in a room with a jammed door I drown in the rivers of the remenisce of our reverie, Memories of us hurt more than our ruptured tangle. Like wiping paint off a canvas I tried to forget the thrill of your kisses Your deep, drunk-like voice And the giddy affection that coursed through me. My head says I should move on But my heart adamantly vividly …
Tag: poetry
/things i didn’t tell my mother that there was a boy in my neighbourhood and that i liked him and that i went to church most evenings because of him and he and some other boys …
I like your small frame. I like your pert behind, The way your shape draws against the paint. You’re beauty’s kind. Maybe we can die in the nude. Dine and wind on a tune, sing a …
we moved like we were dancing. hands on hips, hands on cheeks, hands on breasts a fistful of ass. we moved like the joining of our thighs played the sweetest music soft, sensual, lusty. each …
Come here, sit down, let’s talk I see your skin tightening at the length of my breath Like I’m the origin of the youthful beauty that illuminates your personality Your pores opening to be filled with …
For reasons, reason knows nothing of I have taken a strong liking to you. I swoon over you with reckless abandon. Hypnotic thoughts of you are a torment. Your friends, your family, Your hobbies, your sexual …
A kiss to start your day, A squeeze to your breast. Fingers they do play, Rubbing and cupping your chest. A little rub to your warm treasure, Fingers that dance on your clit. A tongue that …
She reads the words that lights up her phone screen, a poet’s rhyme composed. A window to his innermost thoughts, his hopes and dreams exposed. Of what he’d do if she were there, within his excited …
If I take a little bit of this May I have a little bit of that? If she touches me here Surely I can touch you there? And if you kiss her so Why would she …
I never came with you So I’m gonna go You never waved in the way you moved even when I showed you how to sway your waist your hands were upset that I asked for fast …
Look at me. Just look at me. Aren’t I the most beautiful thing, The most beautiful thing you’ve ever seen? Cross your heart and hope to die, Stick a needle in your eye, Look at …