Poems from PhoenixOnTheRise
it was an insatiable desire.
she had me submitted in every position.
i didnt think "going all night" was possible
until she told me "i'm...
her lips were a stark contrast
to the darkness in her eyes
that could only be described
as one word:
lust
running through the streets,
the woods are a concrete jungle in disguise,
except it's the other way around.
the hot summer air is cool at...
her tears are millions of miles away
but i feel them tonight
as we stare at the same empty bedroom,
feeling the weight of a white cotton...
That morning sun,
I never knew of,
Until you woke me up.