Eternal Highs
A poetic Journey of Healing, Hope, and Passion
I was a masterpiece of tragedy,
My eyes heavily lined with the Kohl of trauma,
I hid under a cloak of insanity,
My subconscious had slipped into coma.
They called Me a beautiful mess,
And You held me close and called me treasure,
My cloak of insanity You slowly started to undress,
And You pulled me deep into the euphoria of pleasure.
My lips used to bleed, Now It longs to be locked with Yours,
My throat which used to plead, Now it moans only one name and that is Yours,
My body was covered in infinite scars,
Your touch turned it into a galaxy full of stars.
Like broken pieces put together with gold,
Our bodies were destined to enfold,
Holding Your hips and locked between Your thighs,
We dive into endless ecstasies and eternal highs.
About the Creator
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