i can't stand the look of you.
every night you come to me,
after not speaking to me all day.
and when you kiss me, that cinnamon, burning taste plants on my tongue.
that sweet, gagging smell of alcohol.
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your drunken kisses,
and irresistible touches,
the lustful delighting sex.
it's all in rotation.
i put up with the wilting love,
between us.
hoping it'll come alive,
again.
someday.
-Yasmine Phelps
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(Completed) Touching Poetry: Volume II
PoetryThis is Volume Two of Touching Poetry. The continuation of a series of poems, inspired by my imagination, & my sense of style in writing. I hope you all enjoy! @radiantlotus_ (I do not own any photos/clips shown). April 2018 ©
