
She won’t let me rest.
Not until she reaches you.
Until her words
pour out
my lips
my breasts
my heart
my hips.
They’re not my words.
They’re hers.
She’s relentless.
Insatiable.
Insurmountable.
She’s breaking me apart
to get to you.
She wants us to be together.
I do too.
Am I her?
. _ . _ . _ .
(photo credit :: Rostyslav Savchyn)
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