SOL: Vain Pursuits

I loathe his predictability
His constant pursuits of otherness and
My own infallible desire to be
The body wrapped around him at night
Seducing him violently before lying
Passive with eyes blind, palm to neck
In the dead of night, trying in vain to put
Marks on what I aspire to be mine
Free reign, hedonistic obsessions
Wearing silk dresses to dinner and
Handing him scissors for dessert
Bodies clench, left to dry, reminding ourselves
It’s better like this, perpetual pleasure

3AM Thoughts // AKA “An Unheeded Warning, Whispered After Dark.”

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