26.2.16

Sugar-Coated Sounds

On the nights where she doesn’t call, she crawls into bed alone.
And once under the covers, body sunken, slightly drunken with sleep,
Her lips part and out escapes soft moans.

Every inch of her begs to be touched by you.
Her petals yearn to be plucked by you.
You know how delicate she is and she knows how rough you can be.
And the sounds of your bodies together creates an orgasmic melody.

On the nights where she doesn’t call, she crawls into bed alone.
And once under the covers, she thinks of you as she strokes her honeyed skin.
Her eyes close and her senses heighten as she remembers the smell of your cologne.

But she crawls into bed alone.
Holding on to a melody.
Memory.
Playing the same old, sticky sweet, song.


6 responses to “Sugar-Coated Sounds”

  1. Natasha says:

    Beutifully written and stunningly good – I love this Michelle! – TASHA

  2. Nyghtlie says:

    This was written with so much depth and feminism. I absolutely loved it!

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