Your ravenous hunger
for my candidly sensual folly
entertains us both
and fuels suspicion and insecurity
that cuts through the vapor of innocence
like sulfer through new snow.
If it were any more than fantasy,
the violation of the last
of my intact self-morals
would open a crimson river
from both of my wrists
and wash me new
for God.
Poetry, Rants, Expressions, Stories both fictional and non-fiction, and otherwise worthy collections of words.
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