Forbidden

Your hair does nothing to distract me
From those pursed scarlet lips
And I’ve been here waiting
On my knees
From the cradle to the grave
I have always been yours
Ready to enslave
Your scent lingers as one does
After lust has been bowed to
You can have me
Every last drop
Use me and abuse me
I’ll never ask you to stop
And as you stub out that cigarette
Over my heart
Know that I’ll forgive you
If you promise your body to part

Advertisements

About Greg Moss

25 year old English and Media Graduate based in Manchester, UK. Contact me at: literatureandlethargy@gmail.com
This entry was posted in Uncategorized and tagged , , , , , , . Bookmark the permalink.

2 Responses to Forbidden

  1. Such imagery… amazing! šŸ™‚

    Like

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s