Throwing a handful of just picked
petals into the air, she squeals
and laughs, she is happy just being.
She holds my hands and I feel holly
in my palms.
Looking into my eyes, she pleads
simplicity, I look back confusion.
She says she like my hair but hates
my heart, she loves my shoulders my
hates my silly silences.
Pressing her breasts against me she
waits to feel my excitment
searching me with her swirling hips.
I look at the clouds and watch them
consume each other. She throws
herself away from me, and I feel her
frustration, I offer her a now dead petal
and she sheds an unfelt tear.
Not Long Left
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