Boiling

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vesja
vesja
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You keep calling
and calling
That's not helping this
want I have
of it
not you but it
that thing that
beautiful thing
that keeps me coming
coming back for more

This want keeps
festering
boiling
festering soon it's coming
to a head soon it's going
to explode
explode and weep
all over the bedsheets

So come
on baby
come
on just get it
over with
call me
no fuck
me fucking pop
this pus
out of me
it's okay baby
come
on leave me
leaking
leaking on the bedsheets

vesja
vesja
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AnonymousAnonymousalmost 4 years ago
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I’m not a big fan of poetry unless the rhythm is easy and it flows. Yours does and the want comes through. Older now but would love to leave you face down leaking on the bed.

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