a.m 4:00
Aug. 8 , 2018
the horns that mount your head
the red tint in your skin
the sudden rush of a painful burn from your fingers
i want to feel you , my love ,
i really do
i want to mount your lap
and let you burn yourself into my thrusting , jolting hips
i want to run my hands over your horns
to feel every twist and knick of them
i want the redness from your skin to rub off on mine
so i can really be yours my love
i want to be under your weight
as your forked tongue drunkenly kisses my neck
i want you between my legs
as your snake finds itself a new home deep within my earth
i want your hand wrapping around my neck
as i beg for a harder punishment
i want you , my love
i really do
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Vintage Art
Poetry[18+ Mature Audiences] * * "You said you wouldn't be gone long but here I am day one hundred fifty and you still haven't shown up at my window" * * Just things that wander my head at 4:00 a.m * * Vintage Art ©2018, S T O R M. All rights reserved.
