Like waves of water,
Her perfect hips roll,
Taking a toll
On my heart and soul.
Her body,
As a whole,
Burned hotter than coal
As if her goal
Was to make me lose control.
Of course I know
It was all just a trick.
But God,
Her skin was so slick
And so red
Was her lipstick.
She made me forget
That it was all just a trick.
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Poetry
PoetryJust a few poems I wrote. I few are on my Tumblr but not all of them. Feedback is always appreciated. I've been told this is kinda intense(?) so read at your own risk ig Theme is basically murder and sex. Like that's really it. Nothing too extreme l...
