Picture Perfect Mess
Pressure crushes inside him.
She breathes in love.
Exhales bitter.
Touch me inside, he insists.
Massage his aching aches.
His warmth whispers to her silky ears.
Sweet smiles touch her heart.
All his pieces lay in a pile.
Help him pick them up.
Arrangement of a not -so easy puzzle.
A picture perfect mess he has created.
Welcome to his disarray.
Copyright © Robin Maughan | Year Posted 2009
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