Erotic PoetryConfessionHer phone is always turned over
her back is always exposed
her legs, always spread.
her heart, hidden and closed
her mind, riddled and plagued,
her soul, drowning in lies.
It's 10 AM, Sunday morning.
From a different bed, she sees the sunrise.
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