my phone is always locked in my hand,
scrolling through the pictures of strangers I see on the internet,
and when I stumble on a man,
I see him in a hideaway where my dreams are met;
then my eyes are gazing up at the ceiling,
with his like eyeing the helpless prey,
and it was worth seeing the way he was descending,
and knelt like I was some kind of altar to pray.
his voice will be playing in the background,
as he leads the dancing without breaking the silence of the night,
but his breath becomes my favorite sound,
as he moves back and forth with hands intertwined;
he soars up high; my lips are the skies,
as I feed his satisfaction in this kind of situation,
and my weak screams find nowhere to hide,
as he grooves much faster without any caution.
then he becomes a pill I take before I sleep,
to keep my nights with a bit of a sense of thrill,
and my thoughts of him will surely fill some of the needs,
but if it won't last, I will try to find a way it will.
— JAYVIE
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that feeling every night (Completed)
Poetry5th Poetry Anthology a compilation of diary entries, but in the most poetic way possible. I'm glad I can share these emotions with you, even if they capture the unhappy moments in my life - that feeling every night. 🩶 Date Published: August 16, 2023
