With her sweet cream still coating the back of
his throat, here he comes
to wash your feet with wet regrets
begging forgiveness, begging you
to forget that he came alive between
silken thighs that weren’t yours.
His promises are hollow words from
soulless lips. Your face hurts
from smiling too much and too hard
from the anxiety burning in your chest.
Regurgitating those prior promises, those
carefully constructed lies
you curse your heart, you curse your weakness
and you chew on those empty hollow words
from soulless lips swimming in your mouth
and you swallow.
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