You are sleeping through my open road.
My fingers through your hairs,
it feels like a drying ocean.
My eyes are fossils now, they don’t bleed…they don’t waste salt waters on relentless evolvement.
I was impotent when it comes to satisfy your humble togetherness.
Don’t get me wrong…you were always a good fuck…you still are,
but you remained silent whenever I peeled myself and gave you a bleeding disarmed man.
We have walked by the ocean and still there was no drunk confessions in our eyes…
You looked like a mad swan in her blue feathers but your eyes were motionless,
you never imagined a intercourse in times of burning waters.
Now you are snoozing by my side with your blossomed ass,
there’s reincarnation in your asshole…
But darling I have always wanted to die in your thoughts and be reinvented by your madness and your finest melancholic art.
Better fuck luck next time or
fuck better or there won’t be a next time.
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Definitely some intriguing visions conjured here. I like the rawness and honesty in the poem.
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Thank you
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How do you pull it off? Combining the crude and the elegant!
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☺️☺️
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LOVE this! 🔥 sexy and beautiful.
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Thank you.
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