Other than being a forgiven offender
You are a fragmented dark poem to me
Who didn't deflower my virgin heart
But intensified my moaning dreams
And owned my depths like an intriguing wolf
Who snapped my blossoms in squirting rains
Leaving my state of orgasms upright
Where fluids thrash in my horny veins
Like an eternal longing of an urgent heat
Never letting me complete.
It's a strange turn, very original since I haven't seen something like this in quite a while on here. I liked it, however, because it doesn't have to be taken in an entirely sexual manner. I feel like this means much more than that, and I'm sure you intended for a bigger meaning as well.
I enjoyed it, nonetheless, and how well put together it is. Thanks for sharing, really.