warm hot bodies colliding,
molding together
lips making them one
the air is steamy and heavy
the room smells of sweet floral perfume
and a tinge of outside and mud
desperate lonely people
being as rough as they can
to use each other
synch themselves for maybe 5 minutes,
and then part
put their heads down when they see each other
-a summer scene
YOU ARE READING
she lives
Poezjayou did it. im so proud of you. you are here because you made it, because you tried so hard. lay down, take off your shoes. you must be tired. rest. rest because this journey is not over and you have many more steps to take.
