Intoxicated

He doesn’t drink much, but he loves tasting the sweet kick of vodka on my lips. I love watching his delicious tongue put words together as poetry flowed out of his dirty, drunk mouth. He intoxicates me.

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Surrender

When I tell you to be gentle,
it is as much a command
as when I tell you to be savage.
It is loyalty and surrender,
trusting that you wont hurt me so much
trusting that you wont love me too little.

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What we have

What we have is a love that will burn the earth from the inside out, hot and thorough, passionate and unrelenting, with no chance of any of us leaving us unscathed.

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Intoxicated

Your scent mixes so well with my drink. Your melting brown eyes rope me in. I am still intoxicated and hungry from your kisses. I trip and fall, all my senses dissolving. This hangover may as well last, there’s no subduing the heartache you are bound to devise.