#poundthis

late night poetry entry.

I have this desire to be used.

Used in a way for you to released your stress into me. Even a shoulder for you to rest, if you need.

Later watching it leak out after reaching those satisfaction actions upon me. Cuddling becomes the results of it.

Wanting to feel wanted by your palms.

More like you squeezing these cheeks knowing I gripped you tight, skin to skin… reaching for that satisfied nut.

Or the pressed to poke out my lips to give you a kiss. Sounds like you can do that for both of em. I have to admit.

I have this desire to be pleased.

Do you see… I’m crying out this plea.

If only… I could get someone, just someone to be on me.

*end.

—/ this will be longer somewhere someday but i had to share a nasty poetry thought since it’s been lingering in my head. if you enjoy, great. if not, thanks for reading.

but respectfully, I need to be eaten.

much love, hugs to ya. 💕