Poetry Blogs (lesbian)
Can make me a puppet.
You can make me dance
And cum literally at the tip of your finger
You make my entire body move with your finger
(and your eyes)
You can make me feel my matter condensing to a single point at the tip of your finger,
I imagine it is glowing.
And sometimes when you’re making love to me
(I’m sorry, I know you hate that phra...
Tuesday 18th November 2014 7:43 am
It has lost its spark,
Its draw and lure
Like the one night stand from a lusty bed.
No longer a moth to the pink booze-fuelled flame.
The vacuous occupants of hot and heavy bars,
Attract me less and less.
Distant are the memories of the great night out,
The random in that bar, the flirt and the pull in the other.
They all seem so young and insignificant now...
Friday 9th April 2010 4:48 pm