A lazy goodbye skimmed across her skin,
HIs tender kiss leaves behind a euphoria.
A greedy one he is,
Not bothering with the river rapidly flowing.
The silent witness towers over the trembling form,
Trapped between the dimensions of her wretched mind.
She opens her mouth in painful ecstasy,
The burgundy burden clinging to the tub bottom.
Her limbs are awkward and thin,
The thick clothes do not seem to hide his kisses from the world.
They glance and smile shakily,
Automatically looking to where his imprint is branded into her skin.
When his kisses make her feel loved,
Her body is drained.
What is a life worth living,
if not without love?
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Pens in the Sea
PoetryIt falls steadily, piercing the water in a way the hole will never close.
