i could smell
the sweet scent of vanilla
coming from your shirt;
see the wrinkles left
by obscene and wanting hands;
feel the effects of the
cheap shampoo from
the shameful places you've been;
taste what she has defiled
of your pretty little sinful lips;
hear the same promises
that you've moaned into her ear.
i always get the leftovers.
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Heartlines
Poetrypoems. prose. nonsense. (some are in filipino) published: april 25, 2019 completed: may 28, 2019