When The World Is Burning. - Poem by Dakota Ellerton
Your hands slide up my skirt,
as mine slides down your chest.
We fall against the bed,
our hearts start to race insync.
I sit you up to slowly pull your shirt off,
as you pull mine off.
This is one of those moments,
I love to feel.
I taste the blame,
I taste the sweet bitter love.
You push me down your body,
I know what satisfaction you want,
so I give it to you.
I hear the little noises you make,
and it makes me smile.
You flip me over,
and lay on top of me.
You've got me pulling at the sheets,
Grabbing my legs, you pull my body up to yours.
As long as it's you.
With the lights off,
we can play.
In this world, beneath the skies of lust,
just you and I.
The only sound is us,
the only thing that matters.
Why can't we be happy,
why would that be so wrong?
I'd bend over backwards for you,
but this time it was forwards.
You're about to,
I'm about to.
Lean down and whisper it.
I want to hear you say it.
You're my favorite,
that's what you are.
Show me once more your legendary love.
The sweet things you once said,
the innocent look you once had,
where is that man?
The true colors start to bleed.
Such a loss.
I'd give it a night,
A few months,
a few years.
Kill the addiction,
or it kills you.
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