Sex & Poetry. Win-Win.
The Bitch has always loved writing poetry. Now, to spice things up a bit with erotic poetry.
I need your eyes on me
now
fast breath, wet skin
I’m hooked on
making you sweat and pant
I am so wet
I never told you
what I do
after we talk
when you’re absent from me
fire turns wild
without control
my dreams tortured me last night
your tongue made love to me
do you dream too?
I wonder if you remember
the first time
you said you wanted me
In the coffee shop
thinking of our last time
I avert my eyes
your disappointments are the wind
tangling your gorgeous hair.
it makes you looks so beautiful
my love, so beautiful
I squeeze your slippery, soaking fruit
I know is a manchineel
silence
between us
is hot and sensual
offer yourself in small pieces
or I shall choke
swallowing you whole
a dream
wet with lust
pants beneath you
your tongue inside me
filling me
with your words
