Encore?

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

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More Than Physical

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.