#iamqueenbitch2u

Pussy 

Drip Drop

Nectar

Nourish my soul

Warmth 

Hug my tongue

Thighs

Out of control

Head 

Digging deep

Love

Moans sound so sweet

Pussy 

Beats with a pulse

Cumming

Stroke my ego

When I was younger like teens younger I would always write.  I would write on napkins, toilet paper, my dresser anything that was around when a poem or a though came to me.  I would wake up in the middle of the night if I something in my dream inspired me to write.  Some where between high school and becoming an adult I stopped writing it all down.  I kept it locked in my mind, like treasure I didn't want the world to discover I had.  I often find myself reciting poetry in my mind before I fall asleep and upon rising in the morning.  I will write, rewrite and edit all in mind, but my poetry never finds it way to paper.  What happened to that part of my soul that wanted to share everything with the world?