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Mwah

Layering lip gloss,

daring him to do his worst,

playful,

I pretend that I am blind,

to the desires that bind him to me,

as if I cannot hear,

what his hands scream.

I ask him,

with one glance of my eyes,

to the lust in his lap,

what his plans are for tonight,

and then,

I am snatched into a sensual storm.

He rains.

He rages.


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Love Is Cannibalism

I ask you again,

before you’ve even finished reassuring me,

for the thirteenth time,

I ask you if I’m awake,

existing in a time,

where someone truly adores me.

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I rest my head,

on all the scenarios I have seen,

in my overactive, overexcited imagination,

asking myself why I can’t sleep,

why I can’t breathe,

why am I walking into woe for the hundredth time?

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I sing my self through sad sweetheart hours,

pathetic and peering at my phone,

wasting all my wishes,

on texts and kisses,

that form a candy trail,

into your forest,

where I will meet my demise,

and frankly,

I will be relieved that it’s all over.


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Ghost Duet

The world is background noise,

a loading screen of my longing,

yearning for you to send more sweetness.

I awake,

aching for the warmth of your words,

pinned to my sheets,

by the sound of your voice,

examining each syllable you spoke,

as I fell asleep on the phone,

a luscious lullaby,

that followed me into my fanciful dreams.

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Our ghost duet,

speaking affection into the air,

watching it float and fly away,

hoping it will find the right path,

haunting each other with our hunger,

our destinies dance,

so close,

surrounding the sun,

as they burn up,

fading away,

with a dream of each other’s arms,

and the same sublime, sorrowful story.

I am yours,

and you are mine.


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Midsummering

Hey,

sweet boy,

you think you’re the devil,

I don’t dare tell you the truth,

because I like to let you dream,

and just like me,

you need to see yourself,

through a certain frame,

waiting for yourself to be the worst,

so you can strive and thrive,

for something else.

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So,

I let you,

I wait for you,

waiting with you,

keeping quiet,

placing penny after penny,

into the holes inside your soul,

to see if I can touch the thoughts,

that will solve your mystery.

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I wrap myself around your waist,

as the world passes by,

you and I,

alone on your quad bike,

quietly closing another chapter,

swimming all night,

from sunset to sunrise,

kissing under the shadow of ancient castles,

and the mountains that move a little closer,

curious for us,

creeping down every time we close our eyes.


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