Spinning 

a perfect pirouette

turns 

to make me forget

round and round 

I lost my heart

in a silly bet

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as the night chills
and the wine
burns red

I feel your lips
on my shoulder
shivers
in this lonesome
duet
just make
me forget

The Same

‪It’s always the same…‬

Him, stretched out on the couch, watching sport, touching himself.‬

“hello, beautiful,” as I walk in.

“tea?” I normally ask.

“come sit here, by me,” he would invite.

99% of the time, I accept, the invitation.

Then it starts.
touching
teasing
groping
kissing

kneeding
wanting
needing

untill
wet exploding

He gets up
gets dressed
and leaves

I’ve stopped asking, as the answer, irrespective, of the time of day, is ‪always the same: “I’ve got work to do”

I’m left
staring at the ceiling
with only
ripped clothes
bruised lips
bite and scratch marks
to show