I let my fingers walk down your
Perfectly shaped back, a meandering
Between the essence of grace and
The seven of eight.My ex poured the venom, I embraced
Her honest honing, her breaking of
Necks; and skilled fever reluctance.I love her. She, the unknowing
Participant in the feeble boyโs
Dreaming. I laugh at Alice, the wolf
I crave. I embrace her unwilling
Honesty.I undress her. Armless. Blind. In
Love. Loving kind. A kindling
Dry.
