Pleasure Puddles
Things I feel like I should be banished off the face of the earth for.
I go deep.
So deep, aquatic-life comes up for air before me.
As I dive for pearls, slickened by the hunger of your desires.
I mangle your insides.
Who is this beast that I have transformed into?
This monster.
I'm too scared to even look at my silhouette,
for I think it will reveal something the world has never seen,
Something even I'm afraid of.
As I watch my shadow pound and oppress you.
I grunt.
I sweat.
Turning your body into a puddle of overwhelming pleasure.
I'm your deepest nightmare,
the desire you've chased in your dreams.
You quiver as I step back into the darkness.
Having come to only please you,
I am, servant and master.
Shall you ever call for me again...
Labels: black, erotic, love, pleasure, puddles, sex, You Gone Need a Smoke After This
8 Comments:
I like this...
This poem made me cry, amzing how words reserve so much power
It made you cry? Damn thst's deep. Muah
*blink* *blink* Well I didn't cry, but moisture definitely trickled from my body...
I'm thinking about where it "trickled" from?
I just looked down & my panties are a little wet #smh
Thats what its for MsDMV
love it
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