your words, spun contrary to what I received through eyes thought wiser than when we began… like, many yesterdays done?

… As I watched your tongue wet your lips before your lids dropped a bit,

which dipped me, inwards,

like drizzling rain… not forceful enough to wash away debris
or fast enough to soak one into exuberance.

You shielded your ‘real’ feel while sentences spilled from your mouth like rapids over a ragged cliff,

too swift for me to want to catch… So, I let myself drift into the dark cavern of your throat to touch soft walls. To fall deep into its depth,

thinking that me softly subliminally massaging you from within would produce ‘truth’ to upon me descend… For dare I believe you mean what you often say?

Or are you a cat at play with a field mouse?

More excited when possible a vast expanse to race and escape into. Would your skills match the challenge of the chase… to grab me by my tail and flip me again?… This time into the impermeable dense silence of ‘hell’ after a senseless kill?

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If you’re gone and you’re wicked, I need not miss you… but if you’re gone and I’m weak… Sadly, I’ll see you again soon…