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Poetic Artiste Oct 2015
Pull me close,
Your grip on my hips,
A hand holding my face,
Slip your tongue into my mouth,
Pull me closer,
Run your hand back thru my hair,
Squeeze me,
Until your tongue makes me moist,
And I have no choice but to take you home,
I am ridden with lust,
I want to feel you,
The need swelling between your thighs,
I want to be exposed,
Penetrate me however you desire,
As long as you please me.
I am indebted to your stroke*.
Ryan V Oct 2015
I’m nothing but a **** tied to my vices
I’ve always been cataclysmic and narcissistic
Trying to silence my mind shut up and listen
To your melody calling and dragging away
The skitter skatter mind of man in me
I NEED WANT WON’T CAN’T STOP!
Hark! The Fallen Angel in me resides
Recalling the child that once was is not never will be again
Taken by the illusive beauty of realms unseen
Covering the trap I’m now ensnared by
The LOVE CRAVE LUST MUST STOP
You’re the strength in my veins to get through each day
Yet also the itch of a tick on the small of my back.
You show me the serenity of stratified sunset skies
Then clip my wings to keep me from flying away.
I LOVE CRAVE LUST MUST STOP
Like an undertaker digging the ditch,
For the former resident of this toil torn body.
I’ve hit the bottom yet keep sinking deeper,
Into a tomb so low I can no longer see the top.
I NEED WANT WON’T CAN’T STOP
Because I’m nothing but a **** tied to my vices.
Devin Lawrence Oct 2015
I've always craved you,
Like a dog gnawing on bones,
And I disappear.
E Townsend Oct 2015
people who crave
summer when it's winter
and winter when it's summer
are not to be trusted.
they can't keep a consistent mind.
Cheyenne Sep 2015
My feelings are true
Valid and real.
My mind races,
Wonders..
Simply thinking of you.
I love your attention,
Crave your presence.
Need your touch..
But darling I am dangerous
I hurt all that comes near
Run, run far away darling
For I love you my dear,
But that does not matter,
You will simply become the next victim
Dev Sep 2015
"In my mind, the fine line between beauty and brutal is blurred.
The raw and the uncut, sends such a chill through my body that I couldn't tell you if it was her knife or her whisper."
Ana Sep 2015
HIM
He is no longer someone I admire
He isn't someone I can just "watch"
He is no longer someone I think is cute or adorable

He is someone I need
He is someone I crave
My skin
My hands
My lips
My heart
My thoughts;
His skin
His hands
His lips

My body burns
It aches
It craves

All
     For
         HIM


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