Signed, The Tortured Poet

You torture me with pleasure…the touch of you feels soft like a feather, but it’s hard for me to keep it together… because you make me feel a type of way… I melt from all the words that you say…I crave you everyday… you love me in my natural state because nothing gets in the way.

The roles are switched… the room gets flipped… it’s getting hot in this room as if there’s salsa on a chip… the sway of your hips… matches with the rhythm of mine… we have the entire night so you don’t mind taking your time… the both of us on the latter to climb, to reach to the top… even when I say stop, you continue to dance the night away… covered in sweat with a look that’s amazed… makes me think about it for days.

Gritting my teeth… glued to the sheets… an ocean that’s deep enough for us to sink… the peak that took us to the edge… feeding my desires so they’re never under fed… torturing till it causes tears… the voice I have will be gone from the pleasures that everyone hears… pain is pleasure, and I’ve grown a tough skin, lets repent after we committed this blissful sin.