She takes a seat
at the edge of my bed.
She hasn't been
here in a long time, no,
as we sit by the window,
her breasts pressed
against my back-
Both of us laugh.
There's never been anythin' more fun, yeah,
than gettin' underneath her layers-
Bein' hidden from the sun.
Her hair's dark, which contrasts
well against the snow
that falls just right above her lips.
I wanna see her dancin', again,
right above my dick, yeah, I need
to hear her voice in person,
'cause -- and I know this is polarizin', but --
I can't stand that lack of human-connection.
This digital world
has just been takin' away too many Christmases,
and I just wanna see
her... for all she is-
Neck up, proud, and naked.
(will Wattpad take this down? lmao)
YOU ARE READING
Erogenous Verses (2)
PoetryThis will be a poetry-collection of erotic poems, appreciated artists, and mainly geared for the dark, cold, wintry months! (This will also be mainly experimental, so, let's see how this goes...)
