Brief poem, work-in-progress, about love and insecurity. Please R&R!
|Haste and taste, on lusty ride
I let myself go and locked down inside
And every pain I would then hide
To fight it with my rocking hips
To conquer it with burning lips
As his manhood crossed my fingertips
I raged against him in the night
By instinctual animalistic right
The pain so clear escaped my sight
In the irredescent afterglow
The truth I see, the truth I know
Impossible to deny I love him so
Our meetings are hardly ever bliss
But nothing can be so true as this.