Oh carnal woman, burning temptations
with the dark smell of musky monday mornings
a room filled with things, things, things
what secret senses are clasped between sheets
soaked with primal instinct and need
though love is absent in the suffocating air.
Two bodies are ruined by a single moment of
unwanted sweetness and light feathers
where he kisses my infinity and i kiss him goodnight
and then soon i am nothing.

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