Abbie likes to be slutty .... through shitty poetry, that is...

[laidoutlow]

Beat/Flow

I have my finger on a pulse
But I wish it wasn’t my own.
Longing to seek out that rhythm
Underneath another skin, and
Breathe in deep against a foreign throat.
I know that I’ve failed to translate
But I can stretch, spine arched and toes curled
Across this space that divides us.
My Piscean skills have managed to conceal
a damsel behind a steely gaze and urban beats.
Break my lip with your teeth
So I can wrap around you
And stake my claim on the blush in your flesh.
I’m not interested in strategy
All my pawns are tipped and tired.
It’s the truth that makes my heart pound,
Let your mouth open so I can taste yours.
I can handle it.