You ever meet someone
their face stays there—
clinging to the depths
of your mind
And the shattered part
of your soul feels less
less grief,
and so to be with him—
to be back where
his skin
met yours,
you let your hair fall to the table
as you press your cheek
down upon
the wood
and, with eyes closed,
you let yourself
be with him


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“What good girls do”


Even stillness hurts

The cold grasp of the lonely

I slowly untied my shoes,

Slid my bare feet into the grass

It cooled

I was heated after we spoke

I hadn’t been touched for over a year

and when you told me I was the most

beautiful angel

I believed you

It stuck in my brain,

permeated my sheets and I soiled them

with stickiness

waiting for you,

but denying you

because that’s what good girls do.


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“Pleasure in a jar”

You’re my crave,

my longing

The drip that makes me wet

The sudden fall

The “I’ll give it all”—

if that is what it takes.

You’re in me deep, love

I let the tips

of my curls

Grace the sweet softness of your

inner thigh;

I breathe you into me

Slowing sucking in your sweetness


It’s intense, doll

This feel I feel

It’s so real

And I want it

This pleasure in a jar

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