I was blind.
a nocturnal animal to your sweet talk your smooth sway of hand.
the words.
they played me like a song.
slowly but surely killing me.
soft shouldn't have been a word.
it shouldn't exist.
the way you tortured me.
every finger caressing my skin.
corroding my brain.
the only thing left vital was my heart.
but you couldn't damage my heart?!
could you?
Wrong!
as you came and gone.
fuckin me in the night.
leaving me with just a whisper.
a note sentimental to the night.
my heart gave way every time.
falling for you.
letting you steal me every time.
every time you remember my screams my moans the erotic tossing and turning at night.
as I felt your porcelain skin, the cold touch lingering on me.
sweat and perfume and cologne dripping heavy off our naked worn bodies.
knowing neither wanted to leave.
you were my muse.
my reason for peace.
and now you are just a memory to leave a scar.
that I wear like a tattoo on my chest like Superman but you were my kryptonite I didn't need a doomsday.
torn between love and your kisses like honey that haunted me at night.
dreams about you turned sour.
but I still remember the sweet taste.
it linger to me in the dark.
a touch in-between became like fever.
the ache between the sheets.
and a lover forgotten.
yet there were pieces of me you stole.
stitched together like Frankensteins monster.
but even Dracula wanted love.
love is the feminine monsters we bed.
a touch so soft.
it kills me to know I can't have heaven.
but forced to relive hell.
it's purgatory.
that you come like a thief in the night.
to fuck me in the dark and suddenly erotically vanish.
a giggle plays to my ears.
the sweet taste of breasts permeating my mouth.
the lusciousness of your pussy on my tongue.
the kiss of your thighs melting me at every turn.
the warmth of ass cheeks that warms me like fire at night.
it's the seductive lust of the absence of light.
shadows kissing your porcelain delicacies.
your moans like poetry to my ear.
your screams like whispers only I can hear.
your perfume just lingering off my shirt.
again and again I'm reminded of the hurt.
knowing I was in love.
knowing it didn't matter if my hands were up your skirt.
knowing you stole my heart without your words.
you stole my heart.
you were like a seductive verb used as a erotic adjective.
love I lost the sense of the word.
betrayed by a kiss.
something sweeter chased my lips.
the taste of the thighs that Left me hurt.
such a heart thief yet I thought you were sweet.
©darkmocha
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