it’s not the
beauty
of her flesh
that’s pulls you in
or the shape of
her breasts
and the curve
of her hips
although to see her nude
upon the bed
turns you on
and makes you hard
something stupid
but rather
it’s the
madness behind her eyes
and the way she’s so
fucking
crazy
that makes you want her
it’s about
tasting the danger
in her soul
and catching a
glimpse of the
visions in her head
flesh is one thing
but it’s what lies
beneath
that makes her
so heavy
it’s the
innocence of her trauma
and the fragility of
her mind
that leaves you hungry
for all that
she is
Categories: Poetry
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