Slippery

She was a stranger with a name.
It wasn’t the fucking that kept me around;
It was the mystery that persists.
Like the black raincoat she always wore
With nothing on underneath, except her contrasting white skin.
Which she showed off to me every now and then.
Touching her skin was just the tip.
Even though she let me in her
There is still the sense that I have only touched her surface.
And there is a layer or two that she does not unlock for me
Save for a special friend or two.
And in those special nights
As she graces me with her physical beauty,
and delicate mind
And explore the landscapes of our secret places
Grabbing my cock like it was a pillar of the earth
And planting it in her
That grounded her into reality.
Giving her a moment of peace from the chaos in her mind.
I can only guess that chaos needs be navigated rather than unlocked
She is always telling me the way
But it is wrought with dead ends, u-turns, one way streets and roundabouts.
It is easy to get caught in if you don’t stay the course.
Sometimes I feel she will always be here with me
Wanting to hear her stories from beneath
the black raincoat.
   And in the same breath
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