I enjoy your lips on my cheek
I only need to see you once a week
Touch me, unclasp my bra
Feeling something, feeling raw
Few seconds of closeness
A way to escape loneliness
You'll use me and I'll use you
Because that's what people do
In you I'll find my own pleasure
Forget about you in my leisure
Only need you for that sweet release
Your hands on me, hot, at ease
Moments from now it won't matter
You're just one among the chatter
Everyone ends up being the same
Hope you're happy that you came
You'll leave and I'll go back to routine
Because intimacy isn't really my scene
You see I'm a force, an island, alone
So fuck you, you aren't my home
Fuck hope, fuck love, fuck this poem
About the Creator
nathaney
I'm an optimistic nihilist comforted by collectivism, in a world worshipping rugged individualism.
I have no idea what I'm doing here,
or in general.
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