missandrist92
Virgin
- Joined
- Aug 30, 2012
- Posts
- 4
your face is such a lovely color pink between my thighs
I was having a hard time,
so, he crawled into our bed, sucked on my toes
kissed the backsides of my knees like pulling out a drawer with his teeth
full of ticket stubs and traffic jams
(we were sick of winter)
blood stains and a copper taste
(we just missed the sun)
I was having a hard time
when he said he’d like to draw me,
to stencil out my skyline, trace the mountains of my hips and
the pink valley of my cunt
god, he sleeps with such simplicity
such noble quiet sounds
I wake with salt encrusted eyes, his hands mixed in
my folds of skin, our sheets so stained
blood dried like lines of drugs we never did
we share this place, its creaking walls
bullet holes through our front door
he wakes before me in the morning, burns his hands
in scalding water, reads my spring lake eyes
(the color of his paintings)
like books I long to wear as pearls
my blood runs red and down my thighs
feedback is welcome, don't hold back anything.
I was having a hard time,
so, he crawled into our bed, sucked on my toes
kissed the backsides of my knees like pulling out a drawer with his teeth
full of ticket stubs and traffic jams
(we were sick of winter)
blood stains and a copper taste
(we just missed the sun)
I was having a hard time
when he said he’d like to draw me,
to stencil out my skyline, trace the mountains of my hips and
the pink valley of my cunt
god, he sleeps with such simplicity
such noble quiet sounds
I wake with salt encrusted eyes, his hands mixed in
my folds of skin, our sheets so stained
blood dried like lines of drugs we never did
we share this place, its creaking walls
bullet holes through our front door
he wakes before me in the morning, burns his hands
in scalding water, reads my spring lake eyes
(the color of his paintings)
like books I long to wear as pearls
my blood runs red and down my thighs
feedback is welcome, don't hold back anything.