V-Day
Sprinkled seasoning of a beating heart, over mustard mist of a lovable kiss,
embraced loosely entangled in this art I pollen the lips I kiss with.
thunder storms of emotion strike down, over valleys of disdained individuality,
as I unravel my skin, I mimic many all the same, gluing back this lustful personality.
I run free cloth-less of spirit and mind, balancing earthquakes sexual desire
I cradle the hearts it took years to find, knowing they burn my love like fire.
such memorable imprints of the tools I love with, pulling out hella'quick before
the chance of this love makes me sick, feeling feeble, unable to trick such a gift
giggled over v-day semantics.
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