Every time I close my eyes
I see her
Her white coffee like skin
Calling onto my perverted within
I swear sometimes I can even taste her
Melting under my burning mouth
While its grinding towards her south
As she seductively wiggles
Under my romanticized stare.
Every time I think about it
I feel her
The warmth of her breath
Dancing with the hairs at the back of my head
Her arms hang around my slender waist
Engaging me in a mute conversation
While our souls make love
There in total silence.
Every time I obsess over it
I daydream with her
She comes over on a lazy day
Dressed exactly how I like her to
Just to enjoy the thrill of peeling everything later
And dive deep into her violent seas
Only to calm them with ease
While looking for a way to make her stay.
Every time I half live it
I yearn for her
This distance will collapse from either end
Revealing timely gifts
That will soothe the having to wait
Before she catches the next flight
And finally gets here.
After trying to unshackle my writer four days ago, she refused to leave the dungeon. This was probably the only way to get her singing again. We shall see if she stays out here and bubbles fun more often.
Like how this has just bubbled and shaped itself into a mellow prose piece. It's raw and unedited. Share your thoughts :D
I like your pen, Best regards from Venezuela 📌
Thank you :)
I like it!
I am glad that you do!
Push her out of the comfort of the nest ;)
Definitely ;)