you appeared in the aftermath
of heavy smoke, fogged covered windows,
excitement ridden from the heat of interlaced bodies.
baby you appeared out of nowhere.
so why, when it was just getting good,
did you slip through fingers
like the remnant feeling of a slow come down;
leaving me with the unwanted aftertaste
of wanting more.

Like Smoke | Her




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