Her

I know what lies between the thighs of
manipulation and deciet...
I have plunged into her slippery depths of
confusion and misery...
I have grasped at her chaotic curves
and desperately suckled at her nipples
called chance...
Searching for one milky dropp of hope.

I have entangled myself in the mirage of her glory...
And allowed myself to be blinded by a glimmer of beauty.
Its time to let her go...
Although my body will twitch and withdraw
from her lucious lies...
And shiver from how she drifts down my soul,
and sucks out the essence of me.
She is a sweet poision...
One that has corroded the core of my being.

by Khauri Teverbaugh

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