The Emperor's new clothes

Express yourself in the fiction and fantasy section.

You push me up against the wall,
And I feel my armour fall,
Momentary I have no self-control,
Give me your body, give me your soul.

Our faces melt together,
I feel your body push against mine,
As our pulses race,
I taste your taste,
Feel your skin on mine.
Forget the strings it’s not the time.

You bite down on my lip,
I slide my hands to your hips,
The fact I don’t know your name is getting harder to ignore,
But f*** the formalities they're such a bore.

I want to take it back to primal
Fulfil all my urges
Feel your body
Not your heart,
I just want the end at the start.

I don’t care for you,
You don’t care for me
I have an itch to scratch,
You own my key.

By: Rob Wright

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