Lust is riding the slopes of my imagination
Shining sun atop azure eyes
Soft and curving luscious lips
Tracing fingertips upon your hips
Milky white road familiar
Euphoric pleasure round the bend
Heat is rising upon my cheeks
As my fingers find the place they seek
Lost in a world of pure fantasia
Rocking motion between the sheets
Whispering things silent and sweet
Pillow talk is where we meet.
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Ink & Tears
PoetryThis is a collection of poems that I have written about my struggles with depression, anxiety, love, nature, and the darker aspect of the world that seems to always hammer on my heart. I hope this reaches some of you.
