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Truth Teller


Once had a woman to tell me, i turned her off,
my pride, cockiness, and ego i wore for suited
armor.  
 
and the story goes, i needed to fuck inside
her heat but this time the urge was heavy, i  
felt my heart and soul literally reach out  
wanting / dive in to drown in everything we'd  
taught each other through the years
 
this particular moment was moving slow  
motion / dick on hard with a tongue probing
to taste what mysteries she had in store for
me  
 
Until, i noticed her silence, i noticed the dead
movements/ hell i was like an animal trying to
sniff out her peculiar actions / then my eyes  
gazed into hers, simultaneously she looked
away
 
i asked: what's wrong? she look to me, a look  
with watered filled eyes that burned holes  
through the man i was  
 
i said: who is he? then she immediately pulled  
away as if i was a god damn stranger  
 
she said: you
 
lost, confused, puzzled but still wanting to feed  
her pussy this love that was overcoming me /  
then she sat up on the side of the bed and  
began to pour, things she'd never said before
 
"youve hurt me one too many times, because  
cant feel you anymore, my pussy has been  
cold and it's a surprise that your lips didnt  
freeze with kiss submitted / but you never once  
paid attention
 
youve hurt me so deep, si im cutting lose  
threads that binds me to you / ive no more cum,
love or enough of me for you to waste /  and  
because  of all the hurt youve left stored inside  
me, i cant see a thing  
 
you turn me off / and i dont think there will ever
be cure for me, then silence came like a thief  
that tore right through my chest, mind, my  
everything"

 
In hindsight, i promised myself to try and not make  
that mistake, again / leading to the reason why
 i do what i do / life is too short  / to not have  
meaning and definitely too short not to have  
something with someone
 
i spent time with myself  in specting on all the
women ive left /  took some time to work on  
myself
 
 
Then i met her,  and i am her Will, her personal
everything. Her private ghost writer. she needs
 one. and a part of me knew i needed her
 
 
 
She said for once write your story.  
 
 
 
 
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