relax.

i'm a dirty little girl. C:

relax, he tells me.
breathe.
and so i do.
he goes in.
i cry out.

moans leak like a pattern.
i apologize
for all my noise.
he says it's beautiful.
just like me.

imprinting himself into my skin.
drilling deeper.
it's a good kind of pain.
it's an oxymoronic pleasure,
this hold he has over me.

he's up to two now.
he's trying something new
that makes me melt.
the air is hot around us.
my groans exhilarate him.
i beg for more.

his midas touch
makes me ache;
my insides twist and tangle
and that firework deep down
is lit.

he kisses me until i'm sore.
faster or slower?
we'll find out.
he takes the reign over me.
my back arches.
fingers clenched to the fabric.
i gasp and moan.

my breathing has shallowed.
quick little breaths
broken up by voluptuous whimpers
i tense up again
gripping him where he's got me.

he smiles.
relax, he tells me.
and just breathe.

Author's Note

just tell me what you think over all. i have no requests.

Reviews

[Deaths Cold Kiss]

wow this is amazing .. i love it !!!!!!

[Coyote Poetry]

Very beautiful in a sense. The emotion of desire and passion leave scars on our mind and soul. A excellent poem of of emotion.
Coyote