An autumn sunset
whips through the wind
whispers from within
of a shadowy figure
I so fucking figured
I met her on Tinder
for dinner
We mingled
Among the crowd
far too loud
headed home
for her room
chains and whips, she likes
shaking were her hips
She's coming again
No.
Really
She's coming again
As in
She's at
the door
for more.
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The Lonely Position of Neutral
PoetryBen's throat cancer has returned. Living a lonely life, he found a woman he loves but finds out she's been unfaithful. Ben starts to think the lonely position of neutral isn't that bad. He writes poems and dialogue narratives. Will Ben survive cance...
