morality begins by burrowing deep and getting caught in busted springs of a shipwreck mattress
adrift on tides of fading cotton and marooned in the soft rotting of consent and leftover longing.
we are parody and punchline,
a satire of sex in two acts:
the undressing and the pretending.
theres a particular kink for pretending,
my lies lying like i mean it, your lies done like a relapse.
youve got your camera, your favorite excuse,
you have me performing for the director more than any audience.
this private blue screening for greed and blackmail.
fingers brushing the sheets out of commitment,
no artistry or acrylics, just checking the temperature for drowning
and if the mess had turn cold.
eyes rolling backward, not from ecstasy
but from the sweet collapse of self;
protesting presence,
falling into lovely, lopsided unconsciousness.
a blackout disguised as foreplay.
love, ry
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angelwestwood
beautiful fabulous work
thank youu
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afroaza
as perfect as all other posts on ur blog. <3
thank you so much :)))
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lex
beautiful i love it
thank you
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