There's something
about you
that makes my skin
scorching hot.
I tremble with every touch.
Why is it that you do this?
If I knew, would I try to avoid it?
Would I beg you to continue this torturous fantasy?
Your eyes are burning holes
into my lips..
My blood is boiling with desire,
our bodies so close but
with the excruciating pain of distance
I cannot think straight,
my mind in a terrible jumble of
words and delectable thoughts.
The sound of your voice doesn't help,
all of it is so inevitably irresistible. . .
In the heat of this fantasy and desire,
I thought I heard something. . .
Those three words.
My body roaring with explosions,
all down my back.
Across my stomach,
your hands cause me
so much pain.
so much pleasure.
Filling me with such filthy thoughts.
You left explosions all around me.
You just happened to be my tank through it all.
-s.h.
YOU ARE READING
The Moon, The Stars, You.
PoetryThis is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are either products of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coi...
