3-20-17
He plunged his fingers into me
like he was in desperate need of food
No matter how much I moaned
it wasn't enough for his starving soul
his beautiful eyes still expressed hunger
we both knew the night wasn't getting any younger
Although he was my perfect whole
he had to go in search for his
Copyright © Tiffany Herrera | Year Posted 2017
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