Kiss me,
In the dark,
There,
On my neck.
Pull my hair,
Knotted,
In your fist.
Here,
A list,
Of all I will miss,
Ache for,
When you are gone.
Your hands on my hips,
Your soft gentle lips,
The heat of your skin,
That devilish grin.
Always longing,
More.
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Alyssa Musso
A scientist by trade, but a creative at heart. One novel in progress with too many other ideas taking up space in my head. Some of those ideas end up here.
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By Alyssa Mussoabout a year ago in Poets
Comments (6)
dayum as some Americans might say! this is hos, sensual, naughty but also genuinely romantic and has that strong sense of longing throughout! well done!
Such strong sensory imagery! Could definitely feel the yearning and threat of heartbreak! Excellent work, Alyssa!
lovely.Well done
Love this Alyssa!! Definitely a relatable list!!
Lovely poem!!
Heyo✨ Let's do a teamwork I like your stories and you gonna like mine 🫶🏻♥️