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She Had To Go.....

She had to go…      
packed her grief and misery, first class,      
the usual business.      
Air agitated and disconcerted by      
her exhale….      
She spoke about the taste of him      
still beneath her skin, tinseled in her sweat.      
Couldn’t evade the passion he always      
left behind on her silk sheets of indigo.      
When he fucked her,      
each deep stroke was a lie…      
a crime, a trespass,      
a cycle of daily irreconcilable differences-      
(the bullshit kind)      
but she still widened her thighs and moaned anyway.      
Her face quickly distant, removed from-      
rapture’s grasp, veiled in his unconcern tears…      
She plots of tactics escaping carnal deeds      
with reverse grinds,      
and all the ruse betwixt puckered lips and spit      
he mauled her delicate skin with.      
But she’s no damsel in distress      
yet the riled onslaught to her fruitfulness      
caused her to plea for security.      
She was just tired of his negative presence      
with no positive energy to sustain a vibrant feel.      
She had to go…..      
bags packed, first class ticket-      
with the faint scent of his afterglow,      
his cologne, his presence…..      
Disclaimer: ( completely fictional)  
Written by rain1courtel (RainC)
Published | Edited 1st Apr 2016
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