Tell me what you want.
I'm the grin you wear as her breath on your neck makes your thighs tremble.
You're the flush in my cheeks as his fingers slide up my blouse to make me whimper.
Tell me what you want.
I'm the purple and yellow hues of the mark she left on your tapered skin.
You're the sprinkle of passion on my lips as he devours them.
Tell me what you want.
I'm the shudder of relief rocking through your body as her hips crash into yours.
You're the scattered moans of pleasure escaping my mouth as his tongue disappears between my legs.
Tell me what you want.
I'm the broken record she keeps playing while you refuse to love her.
You're the flickering flames of lust he could never put out.
About the Creator
Sharlene Alba
Full of raw and unfiltered fluid poems, short stories and prompts on love, sex, relationships and life. I also review haircare, skincare and other beauty products. Instagram: grungefirepoetry MissBeautyBargain Facebook: grungefirepoetry
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