My, aren't I a s**tA Poem by Sarah McKeever Hitt2jftYou You make me do things that I wouldn't usually do. I act out primal thoughts and I don't care who notices, least of all you.
Prayer and repentance, I beg the day's forgiveness because right now I would do anything since this feels so right.
With your eyes on my neck and your fingers on my wrist I would be lying if I didn't admit That I am powerlessly wanting you.
I could die in this second from the thoughts I am having But your breath on my skin is a lifeline, so I am going to hang on.
You have a shkocking way of throwing my morals to the ground and I feel so strong and beautiful when I feel you yearning for me.
What should we do? Do we stop this now? Or move deeper into the fantasy?
I hope you stay because I want you to even if this is meant to fade.
We are a chemical romance. My God how you bring out the woman I am When I let go. And I am letting go right now. © 2012 Sarah McKeever HittReviews
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5 Reviews Added on January 31, 2012 Last Updated on January 31, 2012 AuthorSarah McKeever HittChicago, ILAboutTake me, I am the drug; take me, I am hallucinogenic. -Salvadore Dali Pleasure cannot be shared; like Pain, it can only be experienced or inflicted, and when we give pleasure to our Lo.. more..WritingRelated WritingPeople who liked this story also liked..
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