Heavy breaths, soft moans and secret cigarettes...
Rosey cheeks, shakey legs and empty threats...
Craving each other worse than any forbidden fruit,
I'm holding the branches, while you're planting the root.
Touching everywhere, reaching deep within.
Tasting every inch... thrusting 'till muscles flinch...
Moving in circles while going up and down,
Moving around as if your body was yours & mine at the same time,
Letting myself go knowing you won't make me frown,
Letting you take control so our bodies can rhyme.
YOU ARE READING
Breathers.
PoetryThese are just some of my random thoughts and you can also say that it's a collection for my other works, I hope that you find them enjoyable♡
