Death by a Thousand Touches
An ending en media res
Force me to my knees,
Turn me around,
Hold me down -
Anything toㅤㅤ keep my lips
Away ---------> from ---------> yours.
Do your handsㅤㅤ even remember
How it feels to hold me
And leave no marks?
Your heart still ~ beats ~ for ~ me
In tandem with your hips -
Harder now, faster now,
Eyes filled with yearning
[That dies] outside [the sheets].
Keep lying to me, baby;
Tell me that you love me
As you recoil from my kissㅤㅤ,
Words as cold and ( ____ )
As your memory of the years
You didn't need to be inside me
To close the > ------------------------- < distance.
And now you leave me lying breathless
The way your words once did;
You seize my body to yours,
Take what you want and give me -
About the Creator
Phar West Nagle
Poet, author, lover, mother, friend.
Lover of mystery, the supernatural, psychology, philosophy, and the poetry that lives in all of us.
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