The Life in Rhymes of an Angsty Teenager

By Lindsey Olver All Rights Reserved ©

Poetry / Other

Nomadic Passion


Bed springs sprung; sprung like me.

Night has been spent; spent just like me.

We are a waterfall of mouths and tongues, meddled hair, and moving hips.

We are at the mercy of each other's determined lips.

I become the bounce of the mattress, as the motion absorbs in my limbs.

Like a smooth pond interrupted by a stone, the impact ripples the water in my skin.

I come down hard from an all time high to the best possible low.

And inside of me, the rippling water becomes a euphoric ebb and flow.

I hope you don't mind my nomadic hands.

As they travel down South to unclaimed lands.

An adventure this is; such a journey, what a trip.

Making me wild; making my inner animal cry out and yip.

That carnal part of me should not be caged as long as it has endured.

But once it is freed, "letting loose" will take on a new meaning, rest assured.

But now is certainly no time for rest, I may allow you to close your eyes later.

Or I might just make you close your eyes now, to make the sensation greater.

There's something predatory that comes to life in me whenever you're around.

I want to tease and seduce you, lure you in, and then I will pounce.

I will plan my attack in a skilled, meticulous way; very slowly but surely.

And I hope the anticipation doesn't kill you in the process, or cause you to do anything prematurely.

At the end of it all when my craving has been served, when my satisfaction has been fulfilled.

Maybe we'll go for round two in the ring - our bed - and seek out further thrills.

As you fill my hunger, my needs, and add your finishing touch.

The big finale has been a success, but outdoing this show is a must.

First we catch our much needed breath; pause for a second to breathe.

You look down at the bed as you smirk; it looks just as disheveled as me.

I feel weightless, as you have once again released the pressure.

The tension that builds up inside me is easily taken away by pleasure.

Let's float up like newly-shed feathers, into the worldly atmosphere above.

Where we will be accompanied by nothing but clouds, as they cushion our bodies; our sacred and beloved drugs.

Eventually we will fall back down to earth, but we'll be caught in each other's eager arms.

And we'll live forever in a dream together, as I keep falling for your irresistible charm.

Bed springs sprung; sprung like me.

Night has been spent; spent just like me.

We are a waterfall of mouths and tongues, meddled hair, and moving hips.

We are at the mercy of each other's determined lips.

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