sylvia plath's revenge (vaniityx) wrote in poetmotel,
sylvia plath's revenge
vaniityx
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deflowering

he peels flowers with
his nicotine stained fingers
i let him breathe on
my skin
and it feels like sweet
sugar-dipped rose petals
on my naked back
he writhes in my hands
and his voice aches
as we dance like
primitive beings
he bites into my neck
like a juicy, bleeding peach
as he gently plucks away
my petals
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