Last Kisses

Our last kiss
Will be forever missed

Was it the slithering movement of you tongue?
Or was it the strength of your arms forcing our bodies as one
That caused me to please you futher?

I swore I wouldn't please anymore.
Otherwise I'd see myself as a w***e.

There are others better than you.
That want to sit on the throne,
I put you up on in my eyes.

In a cloak
Or nesting in a tree
They have to kneel and be your foot rest

I'm blind to all
I only see them fall
As you cackle away
My heart breaks
I try to help them up
To give them a piece of m heart

Then we kiss.

Was it the slithering movement of your tongue?
Or was it thestrenght of your arms forcing out bodies as one
That caused me to keep you on the throne
And let the others drown in their own blood of misery?

Reviews

[Dylan I. Cree]

Interesting format. This is an okay poem.