Circle Ways by: Moonliel-Lucifer

erotic sounds

panting, groaning

scratches on back

pools of crimson stains

doesn’t matter

doesn’t matter

all is well, the passion

existing, thriving, driving

harder, faster

sweat gathered

slick, sliding

moaning, gasping

clinging tightly

rhythm changing

passion halting

feelings waning

breaths caught

heart less pounding

silence, heavy air

dread, hate, unnatural fear

the separation

sticky, yet wet

a reminder

a night unfair

leaving, a door closes

tightly gripping sheets

hiding the born body

weeping

tears

fall

and continue

the night, repeated.

A/N:

For some reason the spacing I want to put on this poem is not working. I will still keep this poem up, but the format is all wrong. If someone knows how to fix this spacing problem, please email, PM, or review to let me know. Thanks!