a.m 4:00
Oct. 28 , 2019
heating windows
fog covered glass
wet smears of fingerprints and palms
heavy breathing and gasps drown out the sound of passing cars
darkness hides us
a subtle glow of a dimming streetlamp lights your face
your horns twisting perfectly from your head
your eyes search deeply into mine
your hands grip my waist
i grasp your horns
pushing your head back
my lips tingle against yours
ecstasy lingers in any space between
my honey pooling in my ripped jeans
you can feel me dripping through them
you call me your queen
moans fill the stillness
my hips grinding fast against your hand
your fingers pushing deep inside of my tight hole
our eyes lock
three words on my tongue
i keep them to myself
you kiss me sweetly
you miss me
i love you
YOU ARE READING
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.
