Lust struck man.
My affection will have you fall to your knees.
Said he wanted a good boy.
Who'd do those little bad things.
Just for him
And for nothing at all but his desire.
I'll leave him breathless.
A cunning fox.
His manic pixie dream boy.
A coy wink to hook claws into a beating heart.
Pinned under this weight of mine.
Just enough.
To give you all you want.
And all I have to give.
Sleek silk robe threatening to fall from smooth shoulders.
A good boy is what I was.
One who would do all those little bad things for him.
A roll of hips to roll back his eyes and leave him in awe.
Butterfly kisses up across his jaw.
Soft flesh captured in pretty lace and ribbons for his distraction.
A straddle over his hips because I'm making the moves.
Lustful desires just behind the cluster of petals.
Oh boy, never met anyone quite like me.
Oh, baby, baby mhm.
Eyes venomously sweet.
On that desire.
That lust.
A feast.
So I sang to him; love me.
Love on me, love me.
Love me.
So when he decides that he likes himself.
Won't he love all up over me?
VOUS LISEZ
Sunrise or Sunset: The Sea of Sapphire
PoésiePleasantMajority here. Some of you may have somehow read my first solid venture into poetry: Sunrise or Sunset: The garden of hugs. Others are new. In this collective I intend on taking my visitors into the depths of the ocean. All the way from the...
