My eyes tiredly open trailing them across the dimly litted room,
No meetings, no work to be done
for this warm afternoon
Letting my body lay down the bed,
sighing as the sun starts to set;
I could feel her presence swallowing me whole.
Desire was the name of the woman,
who walks through pavements,
owned by no man.
She laughs with her perfect mouth,
matching her mischievous eyes,
said she fuck for fun, for poetry,
until the lust dies.
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Poetry"𝖳𝗁𝖾 𝗇𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝗂𝗌 𝖺𝗅𝗂𝗏𝖾 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗋𝗌, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝖨 𝗅𝗂𝖾 𝖽𝗈𝗐𝗇 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗅𝗈𝗈𝗄 𝗎𝗉, 𝖨 𝗀𝖾𝗍 𝗅𝗈𝗌𝗍 𝗎𝗉 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾. 𝖨 𝖿𝖾𝖾𝗅 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝖨'𝗆 𝖿𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀, 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗎𝗉𝗐𝖺𝗋𝖽, 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖺𝖻𝗒𝗌𝗌 𝗈𝖿 𝗌𝗄...
