Fear
What happens when you don’t need me anymore?
When my thoughts no longer interest you
When my words start to bore you
When my dreams become blabber to you
When my ideas seem useless to you
When my desires end up irritating you
What happens when you don’t want me anymore?
When my lips are no longer sweet enough for you
When my skin is no longer smooth enough for you
When my heavy breasts are no longer enough for your hands
When the taste of my wetness no longer satisfies your tongue
When my cunt is no longer tight enough for you
When my moans become painful for you to hear
When my orgasms are no longer a joy for you to feel
What happens then?
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/b1t6ai/fear_poetry_i_think_it_is_poetry_ramble_write