It Wasn’t All Orgasms and Butterflies

A poem and a reminder

We left trails of sand across our wonderland,

filling valleys in the earth void of moisture and love.

I waded towards the light, dancing across the lovely slight of your lips.

sweet pea blanketing the beat of your breast,

a baritone beat coloring a land of epinephrine dreams, flooded ravines.

it wasn’t all orgasms and butterflies it wasn’t all orgasms and butterflies. only

my lies.

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