It Wasn’t All Orgasms and Butterflies

A poem and a reminder

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We left trails of sand
across our wonderland,

filling valleys in the earth
void of moisture and love.

I waded towards the light,
dancing across the lovely slight
of your lips.

sweet pea blanketing the
beat of your breast,

a baritone beat coloring a land
of epinephrine dreams,
flooded ravines.

it wasn’t all orgasms and butterflies
it wasn’t all orgasms and butterflies.

only

my

lies.

Thanks for reading : )