SOL: Cunning

She has my mind locked in a vice believing that I love it
Making me a fool, thinking I don’t know
Where she goes as she slips quietly out of my daydreams
Letting her hair pins glide through
Treacherous fingertips as her stockings
Bleed down her thighs, she makes me weary
I feel each betrayal in the hollows of my bones
She kisses me in supplication as
We pirouette around her filthy lies
There is nothing as duplicitous as my woman
Nothing as intoxicating as
The sight of her crawling back hand over
Knees to appease me
Insufferable power struggles eat me alive
When we kiss, I love her toxicity
Deadly as it is

3AM Thoughts // AKA “Kissing Through Mirrors.”

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