Begging for your warmth.
For the adrenaline to rush to my head.
Like a drug, I’m addicted.
Obsessed with this unhealthy love.
I want to feel your weight on mine.
Slamming backs onto doors.
Kiss marks on throats.
Nails running down bare skin.
Primitive possession.
Mould me. Mark me.
Please own me.
So I know you love me.
1 comment:
woW. So in love with the tone of your poem. 'feel your weight' i love that also.
this poem is so hot.
p.s. your blog is very pretty.
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