Bit of a selfish poem. Sorry just licking wounds feeling slightly lost
Feelings lost
Your hand runs across my face, I feel your tender touch, along my shoulders you're still there, is to wish for more to much
Because I know when you touch my chest, soon sensation will be gone, it left the very moment, my spinal chord went wrong
I can feel you kiss me, see the love and desire in your eyes, but no longer will I feel your hand running up my thigh
No more of your soft Velvet touch, no more simple hand resting on my knee, even though I can see your touch, that's all that's left for me
Broken from the chest down, I still feel love inside my heart and brain, emotions still haunt my body, my needs remain the same
No longer can I give all I was, sometimes I no longer feel a man, now I can't give my all, like a real man can
Yes I can seduce you with words, make love inside your brain, describe the act of orgasm but both our needs remain
Now I'm just a broken poet, whose laying in his bed, trying to send his everything, wrapped in poetry from his head
THE KINKY POET