deepundergroundpoetry.com
I Remember December
Playing Russian roulette with my heart
& my finger trembles on the trigger
He's the only one that could make love drip down my thighs
unrequited
Shallow breath
trembling
The taste of him still on my lips
& my finger trembles on the trigger
He's the only one that could make love drip down my thighs
unrequited
Shallow breath
trembling
The taste of him still on my lips
Published 8th Mar 2010
All writing remains the property of the author. Don't use it for any purpose without their permission.
likes 0
reading list entries 0
comments 1
reads 843
Commenting Preference:
The author has chosen not to accept new comments at this time.
5th Jan 2011 5:10am
hell of a poem (and only in seven lines too). Wish you would expand just a bit more, though, with a few more indelible lines:
What a great line this is: "He's the only one that could make love drip down my thighs
unrequited.
What a great line this is: "He's the only one that could make love drip down my thighs
unrequited.
