my version of love

the fleeting moment of lust
lasts 75 years; destroying
the definition of fleeting.

your every curve belittles
the twists and turns of the
most magnificent engineered

your lips, full and sensual,
wet and smooth,
raze me, while simultaneously
raising me to new heights.

and in my lowest moments,
you’re there,
to lift me up, and
prevent me from demolishing

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Recently moved back to the States after living 16 months in Vietnam. I write to remove the thoughts trapped in the cobwebs of my psyche before the spider envelopes me whole.

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