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Trapped by Torture
"Trapped by Torture"
You are the heart that beats in my chest
This my life you have came & blessed
Upon falling nights I cry out your name
Behind each sultry kiss romance came
Many dreams ago I envisioned my fate
Love declared that it would never wait
With a brush of your lips I am weakened
Every rising sun your mouth sweetened
Counting my blessings each time I wake
It was my resistance your desire to break
Bodies colliding such a beautiful disaster
It was my guarded walls that you master
Your lingering caress stirs inside my soul
Scorching passion that we cannot control
Heavy breath hanging onto my ripe mouth
Scintillating hunger courses my spine south
Beads of dew ignite our flesh in molten lava
I wear you as my latest fashion brand Prada
Japanese silk is envious of your gliding hips
Entranced by my negligee, gazing as it slips
Lokked in my velvet grip writhing in pleasure
Your tongue traces with sin light as a feather
Heaving lungs shriek suffocating aggression
Trapped by the torture that feels like heaven
The Punk Poet…
Always Be Punk…
Always Be Drunk…
(On Poetry)
R.T.D...2022..
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You are the heart that beats in my chest
This my life you have came & blessed
Upon falling nights I cry out your name
Behind each sultry kiss romance came
Many dreams ago I envisioned my fate
Love declared that it would never wait
With a brush of your lips I am weakened
Every rising sun your mouth sweetened
Counting my blessings each time I wake
It was my resistance your desire to break
Bodies colliding such a beautiful disaster
It was my guarded walls that you master
Your lingering caress stirs inside my soul
Scorching passion that we cannot control
Heavy breath hanging onto my ripe mouth
Scintillating hunger courses my spine south
Beads of dew ignite our flesh in molten lava
I wear you as my latest fashion brand Prada
Japanese silk is envious of your gliding hips
Entranced by my negligee, gazing as it slips
Lokked in my velvet grip writhing in pleasure
Your tongue traces with sin light as a feather
Heaving lungs shriek suffocating aggression
Trapped by the torture that feels like heaven
The Punk Poet…
Always Be Punk…
Always Be Drunk…
(On Poetry)
R.T.D...2022..
💕💕💕
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