my fingers would slip and i would fall the bars of life became toxic and wet leaving you standing in the rain, I realize: The roses never came. You let go of my neck. Then my hands. You back up and stare at me as if I’m on fire. The word escapes my lips and you grin with satisfaction. You demand, and I shake my head. You grab me by the throat and begin going harder You pin my hands with both of yours You grab me by the neck, kissing me roughly, as your free hand pulls my shorts off. an unfamiliar body of water trying to wash my poetry off of your hands or the one where something happens in my chest every time you sit on someone else's bed Collab and complete the prompt with your original erotic thoughts. #MnMTightenedgrip #YQBaba #MnM #MoansandMoons #Erotica Collaborating with Moans & Moons #dysfunctionalwildflower #love #relationship
