Confusion. By Sarah Engel.
She wanted to melt on his lips
Be possessed by his hands
Crushed in those arms
She wanted to die
Take his image with her
Deep in the ground
Safe from ruin
He was tender, passionate
Hard while inside
But soft with his smile
He had that look
That thing
He was everything she never wished for
It was surreal
It was natural
It was too good.
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