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Emptiness
You gripped my hips, not my heart
you stoked the fire on my lips, sent me sprawling through an abyss
and left my body tangled in sweat drenched sheets
alone.
you wove a wrathful web of wantonness, slid your sin down my throat
and left me with a searing thirst,
emptiness.
you filled me, lathered me with bliss, coated me in a sheer veil
of yearning for boundless carnality,
Salacious.
And now I’ll never find soothe again.
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M. A. Ceilidh
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