Decadent
poem by:
V C
Written
on Dec 11, 2018
Let me indulge in you. Just a touch. Just a taste. Spin me round and round till im sick. Like a moth to flames, I yearn for that burn. Let me ruin myself on you till the point of no return. All my thoughts of you and I can't escape, I bite my lips in anticipation. You are the air I breathe, I hate it, I love it, And I need more. You have me right where you want me to be, Right where I want to be.
Tags: Dark, Love,
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A previous user commented on Dec 11, 2018 at 10:04am
Tbf, I have to agree with you. sounds amazing. Powerful poem ;)
Michael Wise
commented on Dec 11, 2018 at 4:03pm
Love? Lust? Addiction? A bit of all 3, or none of the above? Made my mind race with all sorts of imagery.
