Her Lips
Are lightening, the last drag on a cigarette
And I suck till
The Fire
Deeply inhaled
The burn on my throat.
The taste of you on my tongue.
It is in that moment
Just before you pull away
That I feel the desperation
Of an addict
I pull you back into me.
It’s my weakness, not yours
And while my mouth says
Goodbye
My heart whispers
Don’t go.
When I exhale, it hurts.
My eyes feel heavier
My chest feels emptier
And my mind instantly remembers
That you aren’t mine
And that every kiss
Is another line, cut
From your personal stash.
I pull because you feel like home.
You push
Because you know
That I would drink you in
Nonstop
Until it kills us both.
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/e84sxy/the_taste_of_you_poetry_straight_mf