a taste of ecstasy relayed

by this lonely heart in dismay

and I’m plastered to the

feelings delayed and taste buds

sent in shock by this

erotic sensation that’s pent up

sent up by a textual glance

and it’s not a thing I’m proud of

but I have the clout of an ant

and it’s just not enough to deflect

so though it pains me to admit

this isn’t over  yet I’m pissed

with my own damned shit

and its fist is colliding

with my visage beating me

into submission



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