extraction.

Smokey breath tantalizing its way down my throat,

Filling my lungs; fingering my heart.

You filling me and extracting my heart

As you held me between our hands

caressing my thumb and what you call a beautiful face-

You love me, your eyes; I extract yours, too...

In each other's hands,

Your sweat coating my quivering lips.

And I watched you watch me leave.

My One Winged Angel

My boyfriend wrote this poem for me, and I thought others should see it.

She's a beautiful one winged angel
she watches over his heart because no one else cares
i doubt he'd make it through life without her
he needs her as much as she needs him
the first time they met he thought his heart would explode as he looked upon the beautiful little ray of light standing in front of him
he was the happiest he had ever been in his life being with that beautiful one winged angel he had found
they never wanted it to end but fate had decided to keep them apart for awhile
he hated not being able to see her but he's still holding on to his beautiful one winged angel

mommy dearest.

i don't want you at all she says

but her buries himself deep inside her, not even fucking wet

because she lets him, because she loves him, because she wants him happy

but he can't feel one damn thing

i don't want you at all she says

rubbing the hint of belly she has with that damn mistake

a damn mistake, one fucking condom break, just cause he wanted to feel

and she can't say no

i don't want you at all he says

and he punches her in the stomach, screaming at them both

he doesn't want her or that fucking pleasure child, he didn't even enjoy her enough

but she can't feel one damn thing

i don't want you at all she says

looking at his beautiful bastard child from one mistake of a night

cooing in her arms and loving her sad excuse of a mother, a child herself

and that baby girl can feel everything