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NYC, 2015

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She’s trying to cut you down, Angel

Your hair is rope thick and earth-colored
Your body is soft and shaped by the Gods
Your hands were made for healing
Don’t forget this.

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It’s somebody else
With red hair maybe, long flowing
With pale blue eyes and milky skin
She stops me in my tracks
She stops me like love
But I do not come to her for love

It’s someone else
You work with him
Dark in demeanor, cool to the touch
He smells of charcoal & sex
And purrs as he writhes in the pleasure

This isn’t to be facetious
I simply cannot help myself

I have resisted my temptations
And given into every impulse
I have employed both sided of the coin
Yet the final outcome is always the same

I am addicted to the taste of debauchery
There is mischief and hell following behind me like a clean up crew

It’s someone else
As it always is
And I fall into step with the devil herself

She always comes back to me
To whisper in my ear & mention all the fruit I have missed for my mouth
I will not stop until my tongue is dripping with the wet juice of peaches & limes.

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A gentle soul
And hazel eyes
Strawberry cream
Honey-thick thighs

I want to kiss you
All forehead and lips
I’ll hold you close tonight
At the sides of your hips

In jaded eyes, cold
This is far too close
I want you with me
I love you the most.