soft lips accompanied by soft whispers,
i can only beg for more.
you can use your softest voice on me
and i will still scream at you,
asking for more.
the rare smiles you offer me are treasured,
tucked away safely under my bed.
you make my mind a mess
i don't even know how to write
anymore.
r.k.
JE LEEST
Meathead Monologue
PoëzieI wanted everyone and everything; all the time and all at once. [volume ii] [poetry and prose] [2017-2019]
