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I take your mind to bed
Any opinion
You ever had,
Stark naked.

I start fondling
Your musings;
I envision
Your thoughts on my skin.

Your ideas enter me;
I feel myself
Tingling
From all the talking.

All my dreams flow
You, too, are close --
Baby, let me swallow
Any last word.
Brooklynn Nights Oct 2015
now i've got you right where i want you
gasping for more of my breath to fill your lungs
couldn't release my hold on your neck if i had to
laughing at this entangled mess we've become
every hook in my skin is connected to your line
and i'm dancing around your pole
reel me in faster, more so than last time
each drop of my blood makes me cold
he warms me up when i have made myself cold
Brooklynn Nights Oct 2015
you are too toxic and i won't slip back under
block out every memory from that bittersweet summer
just leave it all alone; don't remember the good
they're too far and few; we weren't treated like we should
and i always saw diamonds from under the coal,
but you never had dreams, aspirations, or goals
it's clear you're still the same
and could be, so am i
i said i was sorry, but all you heard was "goodbye"
i wrote this last january, but just rediscovered it and decided to post
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