Content Warning : Do you want to continue?
This poem contains content which some readers may find disturbing.
It is unsuitable for children or anyone who is easily offended.
YES
I am over 18 years old, I have been warned and I still want to read this poem.
I am over 18 years old, I have been warned and I still want to read this poem.
NO
I don't want to read this type of content, take me back to the previous page.
I don't want to read this type of content, take me back to the previous page.
deepundergroundpoetry.com

No one has time for mediocre BS…
His lucid ambience speaks volumes
more than any words found in a full set of Brittanica when he gazes at me with those dreamy
all consuming i-want-you-right-now eyes
and that devious smirk he wears
like my skin tight distressed denim skinny jeans that grip my arse cheeks in all the right places
especially when he knows I’m hot & bothered and on the brink of breaking even
it’s an entire love language of its own to decipher as his ravenous appetite lures me to love him more than I love the combination of purple & green starbursts jammed together and the love we make on the dreamscape leaves me with a similar taste upon my palate as I ponder our sickly sweet simultaneous mid life existential crisis, it’s like a convergence of historical milestones like a heart chakra cocktail beckoning us to bestow ourselves upon the altar, and I wonder whether he’s conscious when running through my mind
and I can taste the iridescent sentiment of him that he leaves on my lips and the scent of his cologne triggers past life flashbacks flicking through my mind like a reel of black & white stills pondering how I might stretch my full lips over his pulsating rocket whilst ruminating over the way he’s still yet to fill me triangularly balls deep until I’m gaping, escaping the mediocre & bland as we fuck our proclivities, sensitivities & responsibilities up the wall, casting his rock hard aspersions with targeted precision, pin pointed upon my holy grail, gripping me tightly whilst breathing life into my wholly trinity, gasping at the way his tenacious spirit fucks me senselessly morning, noon & night until I’m glistening & pulsating, lips glazed and starving for more as he consumes my thoughts from dawn to dusk, leaning on his shoulder as he feasts upon my whole_some
mind, body & soul
sunkissed honeydewed
flesh
until I’m dripping with his seed
lacquered in his sticky cosmic glaze duality fallen into his soft & hard loving embrace
as he whispers his graphic allegories like a sweet incantation, and I was made for him to make me scream in a soundproof room when edging for hours on end when he’s navigating his inner wounds whilst soothing mine at the same time and he whispers
“I hope I’m not too much for you…”
as his kisses invade my senses like a celestial symphony until shooting stars are streaking across the night sky.
more than any words found in a full set of Brittanica when he gazes at me with those dreamy
all consuming i-want-you-right-now eyes
and that devious smirk he wears
like my skin tight distressed denim skinny jeans that grip my arse cheeks in all the right places
especially when he knows I’m hot & bothered and on the brink of breaking even
it’s an entire love language of its own to decipher as his ravenous appetite lures me to love him more than I love the combination of purple & green starbursts jammed together and the love we make on the dreamscape leaves me with a similar taste upon my palate as I ponder our sickly sweet simultaneous mid life existential crisis, it’s like a convergence of historical milestones like a heart chakra cocktail beckoning us to bestow ourselves upon the altar, and I wonder whether he’s conscious when running through my mind
and I can taste the iridescent sentiment of him that he leaves on my lips and the scent of his cologne triggers past life flashbacks flicking through my mind like a reel of black & white stills pondering how I might stretch my full lips over his pulsating rocket whilst ruminating over the way he’s still yet to fill me triangularly balls deep until I’m gaping, escaping the mediocre & bland as we fuck our proclivities, sensitivities & responsibilities up the wall, casting his rock hard aspersions with targeted precision, pin pointed upon my holy grail, gripping me tightly whilst breathing life into my wholly trinity, gasping at the way his tenacious spirit fucks me senselessly morning, noon & night until I’m glistening & pulsating, lips glazed and starving for more as he consumes my thoughts from dawn to dusk, leaning on his shoulder as he feasts upon my whole_some
mind, body & soul
sunkissed honeydewed
flesh
until I’m dripping with his seed
lacquered in his sticky cosmic glaze duality fallen into his soft & hard loving embrace
as he whispers his graphic allegories like a sweet incantation, and I was made for him to make me scream in a soundproof room when edging for hours on end when he’s navigating his inner wounds whilst soothing mine at the same time and he whispers
“I hope I’m not too much for you…”
as his kisses invade my senses like a celestial symphony until shooting stars are streaking across the night sky.
All writing remains the property of the author. Don't use it for any purpose without their permission.
likes 2
reading list entries 0
comments 1
reads 42
Commenting Preference:
The author encourages honest critique.