pure lust


your face, my pretty baby, is made of pure lust,

take every piece of me — take even more.

today i’m sitting still, my elbows on the desk.

the pictures in my head — the pictures.

your hands all over me, i know you’re wanting more.

take every piece of me — make me feel sore.

make it feel real.


till i am seeing colors.

and, baby, what a scene that is!..

you’re glowing in the dark,

and golden marks, and silver chains appear.

the world’s falling apart




  • Author: 17 (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: September 17th, 2023 08:50
  • Category: Erotic
  • Views: 11
  • User favorite of this poem: Soman Ragavan.

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