Magenta

by Garrett   May 31, 2007


It drips so slowly, runs down so slightly
Such dreams fill its color, its so tempting
I want it, I need it, I thirst for it. No resisting.
And I bring it to my lips, I close my eyes
My control -it rips-, a violent rush, such ties
I slowly taste it, every drop a -rush-
Again, I must, my patience crush
An orgasmic rush.

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  • 18 years ago

    by Yuna

    I really like the way you described every moment. of this poem! It was perfectly organized and every sentence led to something more exciting. by the time the poem ended, I was saying "No! What happens!!!" It was a very good poem and the words you used was just icing on the cake (If you like cake). Keep writing and good job!