can you taste the lingering ghost sprayed on my neck?
after tasting each other's mouths and mixing each other's breaths
the taste of sea-salt
as I kiss every inch of your dripping sweat
bare thighs, more primitive with each bite
whimpering, to guttering screams,
he's done this before
YOU ARE READING
Love has no manual
PoetryA poetry collection about love ; focusing on one person as my inspiration. I was also inspired by various psychology works I have recently read, and various authors/film makers but primarily this was all written about one person. I wanted to keep h...
