Snap, hiss, boom—
A burning in the air,
a shiver.
A dab.
Cough, cough.
A Space Cadet.
kiss me like your starving,
fuck me like you're parched.
melt me down, pour me out.
mold me in your warm hands,
breathe heavy, against my skin.
RAW—next question?
Take me to brunch.
About the Creator
L.K. Rolan
L.K studied Literature in college. She lives with her handsome, bearded boyfriend Tom and their two cats.
They all enjoy cups of Earl Grey tea together, while working on new stories and planning adventures for the years ahead.
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Comments (11)
Sometimes you just got to let your hair down. Say what you mean. ha ha ha ha.
A bit raced for my liking, but nicely done!
Fun! I like your unpredictable style! ⚡💙⚡
Edgy and sensational! Love the feeling of longing for something deep. A very well-expressed poem.
Wow I thought I was in outer space, for a minute, and then came back to earth. Vivid language, and again wow. Well Done!!!
So unique! I felt like it started in another world, then it came to our world, then it went to brunch. That was quite the experience, vivid language. Loved it!
Well now... this was an experience! all sensual and passionate with an incredibly important request to end it on hehe! loved it!
Oooo, this was intense. Loved your poem!
This piece is raw and evocative, capturing a whirlwind of sensations and emotions.
powerful!
Such energy!