Saving the best for last isn't the quote for you
Cause the first time is just as the blessed as the last, everytime we paint the town mmm...
Drunk off the moments even though I'm sober
I'm a wild girl it's pretty hard to hold her
Whispers in the dark make me wet like the Atlantic
He rock me hella hard I need to call him the Titanic
Icebergs like my sexy curves, got sweat dripping off his sideburns
On my mission, everytime I'll ride it all night till all those toes curl
I cant lie we get so intertwined that our bodies and minds swirl
We're left refreshed and undoubtedly full
About the Creator
Mechanical Symphony
I am a poet. I have written so many poems over these years about life events, heartbreak, love, lust or my latest muse. After years and years of people telling to share my art with the world I decided to give y'all some of my work. Enjoy..
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Final Call
She flings her arms around my neck and squeezes me like she’s never going to let me go. My head spins as her lips brush against my cheek. She must be able to feel my heart thumping in my chest. I shuffle backwards and ram my hands into my coat pockets, watching her reach down and heave the rucksack across her shoulders.
By Caroline Craven7 days ago in Fiction
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