Remnants of a Love-Tattered Heart
I was recently wooing a girl with original poetry written just for her. She gladly accepted my gift, and then tore my heart out anyway. So I give away the cinders of my scorched soul. Just pretend I wrote it just for you. My only wish is that it bring someone a moment's pleasure!
Amongst the wreckage of a gloomy doom
In the chill of the semi-opaque darkness
Softly as a falling eyelash
You stole across silent boundary and grasped firm my articulation
Found your way into my dreamwalking embrace
And so we went inside each other, slowly
Sure to caress every extremity along the way
You inched your way across my skin, taunting the passage of time,
digit by digit by digit
Describing me with tender, microscopic undulations until I could not
deny an equal measure of temptation
I squeezed you lightly until the work of flesh wove warmth
Giving rise to to dewy drops of sweat, each one sweeter by their nature.
And so we went on, privately palming each other's supple curves
And giving secret kisses on the mouth, were this mouth to labor for
one who's mouth does not make sounds
So sweet the naughty pleasure found under the cover of gesture so polite
It's about holding hands while watching Harry Potter 7pt2.
I was recently wooing a girl with original poetry written just for her. She gladly accepted my gift, and then tore my heart out anyway. So I give away the cinders of my scorched soul. Just pretend I wrote it just for you. My only wish is that it bring someone a moment's pleasure!
Amongst the wreckage of a gloomy doom
In the chill of the semi-opaque darkness
Softly as a falling eyelash
You stole across silent boundary and grasped firm my articulation
Found your way into my dreamwalking embrace
And so we went inside each other, slowly
Sure to caress every extremity along the way
You inched your way across my skin, taunting the passage of time,
digit by digit by digit
Describing me with tender, microscopic undulations until I could not
deny an equal measure of temptation
I squeezed you lightly until the work of flesh wove warmth
Giving rise to to dewy drops of sweat, each one sweeter by their nature.
And so we went on, privately palming each other's supple curves
And giving secret kisses on the mouth, were this mouth to labor for
one who's mouth does not make sounds
So sweet the naughty pleasure found under the cover of gesture so polite
It's about holding hands while watching Harry Potter 7pt2.