I see you, dear Ipolita
I know what you expect of me cannot be supported by the ancestors that created the issues of love
Love really was not an instrument of passion
Survival is the means, survival is the end
You put a note to it and you break away from these aspirations
Yes, I want to feel you as you touch me, as you go in and out
As you wrap around me like a black mamba
You strike and put your poison off my soul!
When I excrete out this pleasure, you want to hold beside me and enjoy what I see
But that is the moment when you cannot experience
When you want to contend but you cannot comprehend that which beholdeth naught
And yes! Yes, you taunt me, you bless me, you do well
I almost feel guilty, I almost feel bad
But the remembrance of your embraces is bout enough for me to keep my paces up
Yes, you tried to close the spaces between us
You did what you could do in the best of places and that is how I felt it.
TO BE CONTINUED…
SSS
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Nice style..
Can’t wait for part 2