i’d pour my heart out
until nothings left
and i’ll find there isn’t
much for me to object
as hours slide by
the more I find my
lost connections
and stern objections
are just imagined
an elaborate
alternate reality
i’ve become trapped in
you pretend to struggle
although we both know
its futile to resist
and our lips connect
the sensation lifts
releasing waves of energy
in convulsive fits
concentrating on
pulling you in
by the
nape of your neck
as my fingers
grip your skin
following a gasp
you’re chasing
your breath
all while I’m
drawing the air
out of your lungs
just as easily
as these
word spill
from my tongue
you pretend to struggle
although we both know…
its futile to resist
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