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Weaves Weren't Made for Rough Play
I hope you do not wear fake hair
Because I like it rough.
The way lions pounce on each other
In the wild.
The way they tug at the back of their manes, their necks.
I can't help but want to nibble on the contour of your doodle.
From your chin down to your breast.
I'd kiss the sunshine out of your skin.
I would trace the outline of your hips with seductive fingertips.
Painting you the color of lost desire.
You could taste the next 60 years of life on my lips.
Whisper me into sunsets
And I will show you how much of an animal I can be.
Whisper me into sunsets
And I will show you how passionate I could be.
I hope you do not wear fake hair
Because I like it rough.
And filled seduction
The way it should be.
Because I like it rough.
The way lions pounce on each other
In the wild.
The way they tug at the back of their manes, their necks.
I can't help but want to nibble on the contour of your doodle.
From your chin down to your breast.
I'd kiss the sunshine out of your skin.
I would trace the outline of your hips with seductive fingertips.
Painting you the color of lost desire.
You could taste the next 60 years of life on my lips.
Whisper me into sunsets
And I will show you how much of an animal I can be.
Whisper me into sunsets
And I will show you how passionate I could be.
I hope you do not wear fake hair
Because I like it rough.
And filled seduction
The way it should be.
Published 8th Dec 2013
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8th Dec 2013 6:56pm
I would really like to hear this poem spoken. This is elegant, provocative and well written. I would love to see more of this!!
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