I like the way he lifts me
I like the way he licks me
I like the way he looks
When he wants me
And yeah, it’s true
He makes me feel crazy
He says I love the maybes
Maybe that’s the truth
He loves to call me baby
And I love to waste my youth
Creaking floorboards
Yeah, I’m all yours
For now
I like it sweet, I like it hot
Do you love me? You love me not
My honey tea with Mucinex
You make me sick, let’s go have sex
He says I love the maybes
Maybe that’s the truth
He loves to call me baby
And I love to waste my youth
Creaking floorboards
Yeah, I’m all yours
For now
Let’s run away, you make me wet
You love me today, don’t forget
Let’s hop that train, just like we said
And never make any promises
He says I love the maybes
Maybe that’s the truth
He loves to call me baby
And I love to waste my youth
Creaking floorboards
Yeah, I’m all yours
For now
About the Creator
Ivy Rozen
Writer and poet with published articles, email campaigning experience, teaching experience, and a completed poetry residency with Free Verse, where I finished my first book of poems, Runcation, on sale now at www.IvanaWrites.com
Just Sixty Seconds
Oliver sat at a cold, grey steel-covered table. He knew he was next. The longer he sat here, the more confident he knew he wouldn’t make it. His hands were tied to the chair he was sitting on, pushed up against the steel table. A small camera in the corner of the ceiling with a tiny red flashing light was the only thing he was focused on. He felt sick to the stomach. He knew he didn’t have long.
By Joshua Maggs4 days ago in Fiction
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