Fear [Poetry] [I think it is poetry] [Ramble Write] [Can’t Record Right Now So I’ll Just Write]

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?

Binary [Poetic Prose] [Ramble Write] [My First Erotic Lit Post]

Binary

Lately I keep thinking of “binaries”.

Yin and yang.

Hot and cold.

Hard and soft.

Wet and dry.

Rough and smooth.

Hate and adore.

He lovingly brushed away the strand of hair that fell to my face as he violently fucked my throat.

His mouth spewed curses as his arms lovingly enveloped me whilst we cum together intensely.

Used and adored.

Loved and lusted for.

Demeaned and desired.

Erect and open.

I want my coldness to be smothered in your heat.

I want my empty soul to be enveloped in your flesh.