Yeah, you read it correctly.
I’m only saying what other people are thinking.
Of what others are feeling.
What lies within all of us.
What we are afraid to let out.
What’s the worst that could happen?
I’m like the rest of you.
I’m the coward that pretends to be appalled,
Secretly marveling at the tales being spun.
Does that make me a deviant?
Tu pourrais être rude c’est ce que je veux
Look at me.
An absolute mess because of my thoughts centering you.
Isn’t this wonderful?
An amazing artist I found on Twitter, who sketches writers with their favorite quotes from their own work, creates sketchings to go with it! I love art in all forms, so of course, I said yes! Anyways, tell me what you all think!
I didn’t know if you’d ever return.
I’d been good, you see.
Always doing what was expected of me.
You stayed away,
I had constant thoughts of the bay.
The way in which you’d made my body sway.
neigh, spray, say.
You’d do anything but stay.
Maybe it was me.
I wasn’t carefree enough,
I went and obtained too many degrees.
You left nothing of me but debris.
I have nothing else to emit.
There’s nothing else for me to admit,
lest I become a hypocrite.
Gasping for breath,
wet from the core.
This is what you do to me.
Can hardly speak,
Ready to peak.
Let me lose control.
I’m too wound up.
I’ve given up on the world.
This fight gets old.
The rain falls,
As do my tears of joy.
Your body rubs against mine.
You whisper words I rarely hear.
You grip my thighs,
You haul me closer.
You say you like the way I ride,
How you’d like to stay inside,
This is where you should reside.
You trace my ear with your tongue.
I grip the sheets in shock and pleasure.
I’m young you see.
I’ve not learned the tricks and trade,
On how a woman should be.
I surrendered for the day.
I loved through the night,
By daylight I will be all right.