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Glory Be |
He might fuck you,
but does he worship you?
Stir you
to the depths
of your soul?
And when he lays with you
does he say
how much he loves you,
you believing
it is more
than a lie?
More than just
some empty words -
used as a lubricant,
a way
to ease
into
your secret spaces?
Or even
in between
those spaces,
similar to
some type of oil -
rubbed into
your rusted armor,
which you never needed
for your un-neglected sword?
copyright 2013
Sabrina
Edwards |
