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Choose 1 of 2

Choose 1 of 2:

Number 1

I am burning, electricity is radiating in me, I am on fire, I am shaking, and I need you-to rip into me

I want to feel you: inside . . . all around: now damn . . . you’re in my mind

You did it: that’s two, thanks allot . . . now I have got to choose

There’s something: something . . . about you

I feel like I am looking into a prism: you’re fucking addictive

A beautiful ripe delicious piece of man: made for a passionate slut like me

I see warnings: saying I should stay away, from you . . . they are emitting, from all over you

I always been drawn, to the dangerous

Honey: I want you- I think you can handle, all the bad things . . . I like to do

You went from one hundred twenty three with me; to a million and sixty

Your good for all the fun things, I enjoy doing

You can be vicious

I don’t have to work: to pull it out in you

You got the bite: can I bite back? Before you answer

Remember . . . you haven’t seen my teeth- yet

I like the blood daddy: and I like it if you can pull it out . . . in me

Yes: you did it . . . I am thinking, and I am thinking, I can’t stop thinking- of you

Where have you been: I searched for a man like you?

Now… now… now… I have to choose: between 2, of you?

Now… now… now… you’re here, and I am confused: what do I do?

Will I look like a child . . . just going straight to you?

You’re a sexy, you’re literate, you’re strong, you’re a complex man, you’re an artist, and you’re crazy

Like me






Number 2:


We are so far apart, you are the first to enter me: to touch my mind, and conquer my heart

Baby:

There is another, who is equally unique: in a settle way… almost as crazy, as you and me

I think of our kisses: and how fucking deep you burned into my soul… when you do what you do

Why does a girl have to choose?

What if I decide: I don’t want to… I don’t want to choose

You opened the door for me- I opened the door for you

I miss your touch: I feel naked without it

I need your love: I feel empty without it

I want to be fucked baby: I need your dick

I want to burn in this fire tonight… do you want to burn with me

I have to choose . . . how a girl does this I don’t know? Not when, I want to love the both of you

You’re so sensual, artistic, desirable, passionate, and fucking crazy… you got a piece of evil in you: and I

Love— what that fucking demon can do






Why does love: have to be this, or that . . . choose?

Why can’t it just be: what it is, and as easy as that . . . choose?

Why does it have to happen like that . . . choose?

Why can’t it just be as simple as: just do it?

Like the sun: warming my cold wet body… as it touches me

After a long afternoon swim… and the salty sea

The burn: and the sting in my eyes  . . . Choose

The sun licking me dry: and the breeze turning me on

Why does love: have to be this or that . . . choose?

Why can’t it just be what it is: and as easy as that?

Why does it have to happen like that . . . choose?

Why can’t it just be, as simple as   . . . ?

Lori
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