I Am Not A Slut

A Boy With Roses

Will anyone ever love me?
Because all my life I've been longing for love
Nocturnal leaves of autumn
Can we go back to the bell époque? 

Where I met you
Where I met lust
And the touch of a man
So lonely at night

I wander to the river by the garden
Where you reap what you sow
Near your never-ending desire for freedom                                   
I have never felt love like I truly want it

Intense eye contact
Something intimate, something passionate
Something shiny like a trophy 

I get lost in the moment
So often, I crave this pleasure
Seeing colour for the first time
Pure hedonism, blurred my vision
My appetite, as large as the Earth
When you're alone
Do you ever get lonely like I do? 
Do you ever dream of a simple life? 
Where I hide my sorrow
Running through the trees
Dichotomy between you and me 

Late night, edging
Spilled vodka, lighting a cigarette
I want that
Sex with socks on 
Fucked into submission
Give me all your attention
I tell you all the time
I think you're amazing 
Putting my pain to the side
I want to top
I want to bottom
Best time of my life
Ha
I got different fantasies
Won't stutter
Never wax poetic 
Today is the day baby
Let me suck that
Residue on my nose
Loving you, that's personal
69
Flip-fuck
Fucking my hole. 

  • Author: Jordan Cash (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: June 7th, 2024 18:56
  • Category: Unclassified
  • Views: 7


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