Our kind of love is nothing like a romance movie
In fact none of us are romantic at all
Walking past each other during the day
Afraid of the ghosts that haunt us
A glance to say I acknowledge you
But no words to hide away our feelings
Now you think I'm crazy
How can I love a guy who doesn't spare me the time of day
Well as soon as 6pm rides by with its dark coat
The masks fall off
A smile crosses my face as his hands knead my breasts
As his tongue caresses my neck
As he groans at the sound of my moan
And smirks upon my skin as he brings me to my orgasm
No romance but pure raw passion
The love that is lust with feelings
As we slowly cradle our pillows at night hoping the other is doing the same
A substitute for the other to get by these lonely nights
A fear the other will move on
Disgard you like a candy wrapper
My worth questionable
As the only way to know if he loves me is when his is wedged in my
vagina
Or the pleasure I give him from a distance
Sexts
Nudes
The next morning we go back to being strangers
Waiting for the 6pm ride
The only love I know
It's messed up but this is our kind of love
JacobinaK
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Our kind of love
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after vision says: you must have found my old journel my poet. this rings close to my internal home |
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Our kind of love
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DangerousYou occupy my brain Keeping your touch fresh in my mind The taste of you still burning on my lips The feel of your lips still fresh on my body Your touch burning me every time I close my eyes
Your face remains fresh in my brain The look of passion that melts me inside That has my body oversensitive for your exploitation That has me kinky and naughty just for you
The taste of eating chocolate of your body still fresh on my tongue I ache the feel of your tongue on my body every night The feel of your erection against my belly haunting my memory The feel of your hands around my waist still present on my hips ... |