Hoarse Pillow TalkA Poem by sinNsincerity
Let me know what your biggest fear is.
Let me hear what's in your spirit. Is it insincere? Then you dont have to let me know what your biggest fear is. We can chill. Have a beer. Listen here. Gimmie there... Your hand and press it here. Against my chest. Do you hear? My dear. You used to be the biggest fear that haunted my spirit. And now you're here laying beside me. And I fear, that it has been more than several years since I last had you here lying beside me. A beat not skipped, there's no talkin'. Just straight to the unspoken kiss, the soaken twitch, the split of a chocolate twix. Just holding onto the moment like holding onto your thick waist that'll only be my death. Dont speak to me. Just keep playing, and playing, and playing me. We made the house itch. So enticing, hot and spicy. You got my mind movin', rather yet, hips are groovin'. Not too quick love, they way you bounce makes the house itch. But I said that already and it's too hot to get down. I'm too hot to get down. Now you have to get down before we both get ill and slip into the groove love. Oh lord, I just want to slip right into your noose. Slip into your snooze. A bed full of wolves. But I'm back for seconds. And reminiscing over these past seconds, has me panting and grasping for your everlasting blessings and embers. I give up. I surrender. This is me lonely in late December. © 2019 sinNsincerityAuthor's Note
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