The Emotional Cost of LustA Poem by Eddie PhillipsDon't engage if you can't pay the costBREATHLESSLY She took me as I lay naked on her floor. SILENTLY I searched for words, but could only mutter: MORE! SHAMELESSLY She slid on to me and I instinctually caressed her breasts. TENACIUOSLY I was yanked into her rhythm; mindlessly calling her: THE BEST! HELPLESSLY I begged her to take everything that my virgin body could spill. REGRETFULLY I allowed her to steal my heart and leave me without her love or my free will. © 2018 Eddie PhillipsAuthor's Note
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StatsAuthorEddie PhillipsDenver, COAboutWriter, Scholar, Martial Artist, Poet, etc. I write everything. Whatever is on my heart comes through my pen. I do not limit myself to only write what I think. I write what I feel. I write a lot .. more..Writing
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