Slow. Everything was slow. My world seemed to stop. With your lips tracing my perimeters, it's leaving stains in my memory. I saw you there right in front of me. Your fingers were restless. Your palms were cautious, but your mind was made up. You're craving. You're raving. You're drunk with adrenaline. Fast. you were moving too fast. But I was nowhere near stopping you. Your lips are my drug. I was trying to swallow this down. I don't know what was about to happen. But my mind was racing. You've done all of these before. And I surrendered to you. Such sweet surrender made me a slave to your spell. I'm love drunk over your pride. And I can't help it. Whatever you're doing to me, I want it. I want more. This love, this is not innocent.
BINABASA MO ANG
Trinkets
PoetryIf you want to read without the commitment, this is the perfect book for you. You can open it and read a few excerpts once in a while, or you can read it in one go. The entries here have various themes which may confuse readers as it confused the wr...
