Faithfulness is hard,
As loneliness screams boredom,
And scrolled numbers open doors
To a candy store.
Mouth curls sweet lies
To enthusiastic ears
And play things; toys…
Shall I, shan’t I?
Body quivers,
Flesh, lush and moist,
Shimmers a tease as
Fluttered lashes flash empty promises.
And devotion lasts just long enough,
For a dammed good fuck,
Without the paraphernalia of love.
sarajane
















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