I find myself wanting something
I have never had before.
A touch, a kiss, a whisper in my ear.
I want to take him by the hands
And lead him towards the undiscovered.
Not even knowing who 'he' is--
But already I want to taste him.
Gods, I want to touch him.
I imagine going all night--
Or at least as long as we both can stand.
Skin on skin, a steamy exchange.
Him, writhing beneath me,
Both crying out from pleasure.
But 'he' is just a fantasy,
A blank canvas from my mind,
Created in a flickering moment of lust.
And I long for something real.
Something known.
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Shadowscript
ПоэзияThis book is a collection of poems I've written over the years. For a long time, I wrote poetry as a vent for my emotions during my darkest times. Sometimes, I'd remove myself from the poem and write it as a way to lift myself back up again. Sometim...
