The way you view the world and the way you love in poetry is like a silent hurricane… it takes me by surprise overwhelms mepulls me apart For some reason it hurts my heart to see it even if it’s just ideas you have pieced together I want to be loved like that I wantContinue reading “Poetic Wreckage”
I get a certain kind of pleasure when I run my fingers down your sides and watch you flinch from the sensation. I love to discreetly rub your crotch and whisper something suggestive in your ear while we have a house full of guests for dinner. I get a kick out of sending you dirtyContinue reading “Little Teases”
I wonder where his fingers run to since they left mine… Do they run towards creativityand masterful words capturing every emotionordo they run towards cigarettesand lonely hours spent awake with his dark thoughts? Picture from Pinterest
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