Statistics
Mathematics can never calculated
This is elusive, but exclusive
An unpredictable love affair
That has started an evolution
In my heart that has been
Battered and bruised
Formers squandered
My warmth....became melancholy
There was a detachment
Until we began sexing
And you made me your vixen
Out of the dusk
My physicality emerged
Because I was on the verge
Of an explosion of pruriency
And all the while, you smile
Because you brought me to
A celestial euphoria
Beyond a span and omission
I keep pinching myself
To make sure you are
Truly realistic
And not just an addition
To idolatrous statistics
Copyright © Amber Moultry-Harrison | Year Posted 2020
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