drugfucked

[Raz]

that time
we locked ourselves in the toilet
where you hid the weed
sweaty
half naked
my hands running over your chest
you lit up
talked to me about
i don't know what
breathing that stone
tasting it on your tongue
you gave me a hit
then you turned me around
pushed me against the tiles
fucked me
the air filled with smoke
pheromones
sex
and when they came banging on the door
we walked out unfinished
all sleazy grins
hard cocks
fantasies fuelled
for every cold night
alone

 

[e92]

jeez louise

 

[kytnism]

the imagination runs wild with possibilities of what kind of venue you were in; and gets lost in the sexuality/heat of the moment.

...kytnism...

 

[pk.]

Intense!

 

[c0nzor]

Poetry for a different breed of exhibitionist altogether it would seem.

 

[ForEverAfter]

Very nice. Ginsberg would approve.

I really like raw poetry.

 

[New]

I remember this one.