Damn
That
Damsel
In distress.
So, much stress.
Got undressed
relieved the stress.
She was the bloodiest flower I’d ever fallen for.
Few thorns
delicate
strong roots
Devil horns
hidden
Good riddance
That damsel in distress is not my damn problem anymore.
Dishing out orgasms and lies.
Flashing false signs of love
although
fantastic fellatio
I’m
all ready
& so relieved
This buzzing little B
won’t be bothering me
with that damn good way of dancing.
Making romance
feel like something real for a sec
but before I could place a bet
on which way we’d go
It went sour
& then
My damn power went out…
I stopped dancing to shout
“Hope I’m only dreaming”
about my love leaving ,
But ouch
That B stung me
without
even
leaving behind
A real love
I
could doubt.
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