He walked me over to the bed.
This man, the one I swore not to go back to,
Has captivated me once again.
His cologne washes over me,
As I am taken back to when we were together.
I allow him to touch me,
To kiss my soft, warm skin.
His eyes meet mine as I watch him,
Twinkling with lust,
And unaware of the hate that grows.
But even in this moment beneath him
I still cannot stop myself from wanting him.
His hands gliding down my back.
Touching my spine, to my ass.
His mouth trailing across my neck
From one point to another.
His fingers pressing into me
Gently, then roughly.
KAMU SEDANG MEMBACA
Random Poems
PoetryA series of poems I created (or was helped with creating by friends) for my Creative Writing lecture.
