SOL: Euphoric

She asks me to succumb in
Four different languages, begging for
My submission in ten different ways until my
Body breaks and I have no choice but to cave
I watch her eyes change in an instant like moonlight into
Summer rays, she wears the sea to bed and in the
Morning I lick the salt to taste, ethereal projections play
Behind lids, I swear I will never sleep the same again

3AM Thoughts // AKA “I Make Her Soft, She Makes Me Better.”

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