katie

 

 

sweet lips

thigh high touch

soft hands

touch satin skin.

warmth on

cold hips

needle point

words like ivy

strung like floss

between my teeth

 

how did we get here.

in this room of smoke

and desire.

he keeps setting

me on fire

while i marvel at the flame

cringe at

the smell

smile at the

destruction

when all that seems

to be real is       an ocean

roaring back thunder.

noise flooding

each (high) inhale

and   (low) exhale

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