he me called beautiful or so I think.

what could truly be beautiful about me? 

the scars on my legs,

face or chin? 

My uneven hips, 

my bow legs? 

or maybe it was in the heat of the moment, 

I gave him my lips and 

he pounced. 

he tasted the sweet nectar we call saliva 

And made it his home. 

his rent was due to stay in my arms  

So he u...

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red. 

the color of love. 

love can be platonic, love can be romantic. 

Only a fool mistakes love for lust. 

Love can last a year, if it really tries. 

If it gives it it’s all and beats only for the other. 

Love is unending they say it never dies. 

Real love doesn’t have to try. 

It’s an instant connection, it may feel like a millisecond, but that millisecond turns into an e...

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