Her stomach
Tied in
Tiny little knots
Twisted breadsticks
Of remorse
Sprinkles of fear
Questions aflight
She left him
The ring
Sitting quietly
On the table
No longer
Belonging to her
An orphan
In search
Of another
To have
To hold
To cherish
No postage
Sent back
To sender
No fight
No words
Just a deep
Drink of courage
Thrusting her onward
The future
Meeting her
At the curb
A lover
To devour
Inviting her onward
In waves
Of orgasmic rise
Freedom’s kiss
Welcoming her
With full-mouthed
Jubilance
The whisper
Trust me
I’ve got you
You are mine
Ohh what
The future
Holds for you
My dear
RLove
1.6.21 & 1.11.21
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