I Think Of Ruffled Sheets,
Erratic Heart Beats,
Muffled Breaths As If
One Cannot Breathe.
I Think Of Art Like Sex
Expressive And Odd
Explosive And Strong.
I Think Of Depth
I Think Of Treats
I Think Of Delightful Sensations
I Think Of Springing A Leak
She'll Look At Me
Eyes Dilated By The Pressure.
In Me She Sees A Monstrosity
In Her I See Serenity.
This is quite an old poem and only a few close ones have read it. I took me a while to get it up on this platform but YAAY I finally did it.
This image is sourced from Wallpaper Craft and edited on Instagram.
Yes I know i'ts been almost a week now since i've posted but I haven't been feeling myself lately and i'll still be taking my time with this platform.
Have a great day Hivers!! Thank you for stopping by.