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I'm not the one to spend the rest of your life with

lovingly in tangled sheets

and wet kisses debris

on your lips

pink cheeks sweet,

moreover,

I'm more the one you will spend eons searching

for 

and thinking I am perfect

for bringing home,

a lone secret longing to be exposed--

save me,

you'll think that's precisely

what I would want,

but,

I am made for exploration and lessons

to learn

and I am the one where the flame

burns out,

fizzing smoke halos 

in the air,

tempest at the wake of night,

shake your senses 

til you realize

I won't be good enough for you

much longer,

you'll see.

Reviews

[SHEEMA HUQ]

This poem steams with romantic imagery and erotica, subtle yet refreshing, nicely penned.