tagErotic PoetryuR. E. B.

uR. E. B.



sitting in my orange chair,
i feel the rush again.
your stinging slap can,
only make my heart burn hotter,
more than when you kissed me.
i remember you sitting here,
your stare was warmer,
more than when you stopped me.
sitting in my orange chair,
i still want you,
more than before,
now that you've hurt me.

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