Red, rose petals on the bed of defeat
My tongue intertwined between the legs of deceit
Penetrate my delusions on the lies of these sheets
She starts to scream out the side that she hides as she rises to her peak
But before she misspeaks…she peeks
She quiets, tenses & we lock eyes
She comes…
Forward with truth so strong she unlocks mine
Heaves in her chest, flush in her flesh was showing
nothing said, just tides of a melancholy knowing –
Dead, rose petals on the bed of deceit
I morbidly leave, from between, the legs of defeat…
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