It’s hard to go with the flow when the water runs dry
It wasn’t all love at “hi”
But it was all hate at “bye”
Who’s more fucked up?
I think its a tie
Impossible to walk the path when I was born to fly
Love as dark as the night’s sky
Almost mythical the way we believe in something that may not exist
Everyone’s “I do” doesn’t end with a kiss
Sometimes its followed by opportunities missed
Strange how that is after what seemed like an eternity of bliss
And the sex isn’t half bad when it does happen
Caught in thoughts of deep strokes and ass slapping
Now it’s aggressive fapping
Followed by napping
Round of applause because hands are the only thing clapping
-Too Distinct the Poet
Your touch as sensitive as you are emotionally
At times I hate it but I love it while you’re holding me.
Nothing but appreciation for your openness
Satisfied by the wetness of your lips every time that we kiss
When you spread your love for me I can’t wait to nurture it
Your tenderness dripping on my taste buds, so affectionate.
Massaging your folds covering you with my soul
Stroking within your depths so deeply I’m in a part of you only myself and God knows
Your face and knees on the bed, your lusciousness in the air
Just in awe of your vulnerability I can’t help but stare
Entering you generously offering my lust endlessly.
As we fully become apart of each other our emotions peak relentlessly
Afterwards laying together, your head on my chest
Thinking silently about why I ever settled for anything less
Comforting one another in warmth, I glance at the fan above you
Then looking down into your eyes my only thought is I love you.