NaPoWriMo DAY 20

NaPoWriMo Poem 20


  Deathbed

Laying in bed,
next to each other,
feeling the heat,
our bodies crossover.

Open my legs,
eat me bare,
enjoy my forbidden fruit;
saved only for you.

Take my pain away,
the pain of past lovers affairs.
Bring forth the light
while your tongue speaks to me.

You have no shame,
no baggage,
no inhibitions,
no unkept promises.

You said
and you delivered;
very simple
and very clean.

Over and over we died
la petit morte;
ma cherie,
you are the best.